Lifeless Void

Lifeless Void prose poem

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Life goes on its usual course,
where everyday is a remembrance
of the void in my life,
of the void I have created in others’ lives
and
of the void I myself have become!
yes,
there is no running away from
the void, for it has now
become me, myself , my identity!
if only I could bring about
a change, a smile…
atleast a ray of hope…
but! alas! I am blinded
I am blinded by my own
hopelessness and despair…
if only the sun could bring back
the warmth in me,
but, its as if I have a frozen sun
which is devoid of any
rays
of warmth, hope or love!

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