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An Exercise in Futility (Free verse) by loneshadow29

seeds of darkness planted deep within where happiness blooms but darkness comes consuming all things he fought so very hard to keep the darkness at bay to keep his precious sanity but in the end it all proved futile for now there is nothing left no joy, no life at all only an endless void a hollow shell where a proud man once stood

Frass 14-Nov-02/1:51 PM
Lnshdw, even this sort of poetry should probably steer clear of the word 'nothingness'. Makes me wonder why we don't have the word 'somethingness'.




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