Trying to purify my thoughts, but nothing seems real.
My life has a void of vestal stimulation�
As I know only of it�s blistering frustration.
What did God plan for, when he created life?
The thought cuts through my mind like a knife.
When we pass on, all we have is thoughts�
But I think so much of it, my brain rots.
The world doesn�t know of love�
An ugly duckling looking up at a lonely dove.
It�s so out of reach it seems like I�m lost
In a river of solitude that I can�t get across.
Tears drop from my nose & cheek like water from a stream
As I stare at the sunset & its lost light gleam.
But the thought still enters my mind like nothing else before�
Blocking me from my love like a teasing, taunting door.
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