Poem -

Towards Darkness

Towards Darkness

Life is towards darkness 

What is left over even otherwise?

In this world of beauty!

Why do we bother with this suffering?

In this day to day life?

Every second since we are born,

We are a second closer to our deaths,

We live, to die, I feel it,

The agony, despair

Beyond My Blood That Flows,                      

Twilight Body that Grows,

I am edging towards Darkness,

Negativity within me coming out,

 My Will to Live leaving me,

Everyday is the same,

Life never changes,

People stay corrupt,

Love is losing its meaning,

What is to live at this point?

What is the reason for doing so?

In the end, all end up, In a Shallow,

 Cold, Grave, All are born from Darkness;

All will return to Darkness.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Stephen Weyant

intense and dark williamsji

well written, heartfelt piece!

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Stephen Weyant,

Thanks for your valuable comments and appreciation 

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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