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There is no depth to the end of each day,
And yet, this flesh is longing for home
This dead end road has no street sign,
As a poet becomes undone
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Yes, one time or the other, be it a writer or poet or an artist, would feel this way, it seems normal. Man often gets reduced to a bundle of doubts and apprehensions. Touching a deep core and well written.
Why is it that in the midst of my friends, I feel so all alone? Superb!
A deeply poignant poem. Yes, there are times we feel the same way. Despite that we are in the company of friends, happiness seems so elusive. Touching and beautifully conveyed.
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8/1/2025 1:12:12 PM # 1.0.0
You are not alone....a beautifully poetic piece.