#WritcoPoemChallenge
My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey shooks.

My life has being a dark one,
Seeking for light likes there's none,
Nobody cares, said everytime reverberates to maybe I cared for nobody but me,
And by the new light, "Me" seems not enough in life's long pilgrimage.

All life as an open book and in time closes as all invariably would,
What genre of book am I to my world eats me up,
Of love?, Of war?, Of mystery?, Of hate?
Without knowing which, I know my life's book may never be loved.

Going back without any goodbyes,
For nobody cares because I cared for nobody,
What is man to live life without God and without love,
I did but never was fulfilled until I embraced God and love✍.