meaningless

 

Once I lived for why.

Now I live for not

a clue as to why my time here

shall end. Shall start. Shall

cease when the ceaseless days arise

and fall.

The tail end of promised

grace is bitter;

lifeless like life is;

as meanings are

meaningless.

 

Sian Alexia

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