Here we sleep,
Dreams unrealis'd, promises unfulfill'd;
Caring no more to the pains and desires of the world,
Indifferent to footfalls of the living,
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Death-caring no more to the pains and desires of the world -nice write.
Every being that breathes, all turned to dust. We are mere mortals, We live, we perish; Enigma claiming us back into her womb. In the end, the epitaphs on our tombs are all that remain of us. a very good poem because it is the truth. but a pessimistic attitude can kill us psychologically. always be happy knowing the facts of life. that is a great ability. tony
Thank you so much for your lines of encouragement and advice...I will heed it...Life is too short to waste it on pessimism indeed...but at some point in our lives...we all face that dark phase where evrything seem pointless and the inevitability of death looms large...but thank God I survived...and I am in a happy state now..Thank you
The place for all of us. Nice work.
Thanks.