Nathan

Literary Footprints, Personal

Long gone, the era of empathic initiative;
For nothing now is just because.
Every pain left unspoken remains furtive;
As nothing is worth an applause.
Who says the world exists for us,
When we toil in seeking happiness?
We are but a lonely carcass,
Resting under the sun’s blistering caress.
I lie in wait with my tears unnoticed,
With the wind as my sole [...]

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