A Man Without A Soul

A Man Without A Soul short poem

A different day,
Is about to start…
Another day,
To make it last…
As the sun,
Creeps over the horizon…
I’ll find my way,
Back to fun…!

As the day will grow old,
I’ll be moving on…
Away from the pain,
I will be gone…
I’ll seek happiness,
In every moment of life…
Of which in my past,
I had been deprived…!!

With the sun dying,
I’ll rest for a while…
For next day I’ll have to,
Walk a hundred more mile…
A different day,
With another goal,
But a same day in life of,
A man without a soul…!!!

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Life has its hardships, But it goes on.. doesn't wait for anything, nor lets memories be easily gone...! Poems are the only way, to let all the feelings out... to seek for the meaning, that everyone is talking about...!! So enjoy life, and enjoy the poems... and embrace life, no matter what comes...!!
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Contradictory in content when on one hand you speak of finding happiness and rising above it all and then you end it with A Man Without A Soul..Was depicting confusion resulting from heartbreak your intention?


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