Temporarily was my pursuit
To be sorry in all I went through.
Being damned, all my efforts in vain,
Of the being called being a none,
Which is being in some sort of gain,
Could not cope and deliver the fruit
Which is making the being of sane.
NOTE :
One will see the rhyme scheme of this poem almost fits the "abacadrabra". This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
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One will see the rhyme scheme of this poem almost fits the "abacadrabra". This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.
You have captured that sense of feeling like nothing matters that plagues us all at one time or another. Well done.
ReplyDeleteLife is an emotional roller-coaster and if it is not - you haven't lived...
ReplyDeleteIt is crazy life with ups and downs but we learned to roll with it. Thanks for joining in.
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ReplyDeleteSorry a glitch when commenting. I was saying it is horrible feeling like you are nothing. You have captured that feeling in your words.
ReplyDeleteYou must not believe the lie that you are nothing. Those feelings come but they only have the power you give them. I think writing-poetry is a good start to expelling those lies.
ReplyDeleteYou captured the feeling of being inconsequential so aptly!
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