Life Without Meaning

Confined to self thoughts
Despair seems my companion
Hope unseen stays far
Writhing with confined emotions
Buoy I now need
Stay afloat in this thick mire
Small slip from grasp
I shall sink with no support
Life without meaning

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

24 thoughts on “Life Without Meaning”

  1. i should be the one writing this piece, but i guess, i don't wanna let people know that I am into it…seems you have penetrated my inner self with this post of yours…

  2. To Ajey,that means a lot, comin from yu! 🙂 i'd visit ur space, but as usual, some problems. i don't know why ur space seems to vanish for just me 🙁

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