In A Land Of No Answers

In A Land Of No Answers short poem

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In a land of no answers, I’m crying alone;
In a world with no feelings, I’m feeling so lost.
I crave for love, or something to make me feel less hollow;
But I have become a ghost of what I once was.

I went up to Heaven to face my God;
But he wasn’t answering so I fell down to Earth.
I listened closely and searched in the fog;
But I was lost in love, so I couldn’t get what I deserved.

Still I search for the answers, to a question I cannot ask;
For I don’t know what it is, that I want to find in the dark.
I used to think, I had all I needed at last;
But it all turned to nothing and now I am lost.

I can’t tell you how I felt, because I just don’t remember,
But I must have felt something, to have felt the loss.
As another year passes by, I’m feeling low in December;
I would give anything to remember, no matter what the cost.

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