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MENTAL HEALTH Poetry

Are You Sin? | Poem

I don’t wonder,

What’s the end of falling,

I’m in comfort to know there’ll no end at all.

I don’t wonder,

What’s love of living,

I’m travelling in a world of light,

Where people eat people’s flesh,

And call darkness the monster.

I don’t wonder,

What’s real and unreal,

I’m in comfort that there are limits to people,

They’re bound to act on all miseries of life,

Alas, I await to see what people’re capable now.

Each nerve that speak of unasked pain,

It also speaks of a time when nothingness shines.

I’m resting in nothingness when the play is over.

© sjwordsmith
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