Let it be meaningless
Let it be plain
Let it exists
In this white unlimited space
Don't ask it the name
Or where it came from
Or the reason for it's being
That's the only question it's afraid
For the reason if found
Strips it bare,
Like a naked man, in tundra
Just standing there
With each wind blows, it looses it's warmth
Even bones go cold, whats just the gore
Becoming a fossil, in this icy lonely swamp
For atlast what remains is only the husk
No heartbeat, no pulse,
Just a carcass well preserved
Let's just let it be
Don't dictate what it is,
Or supposed to be
Let it be meaningless
Let it be plain
Let it exists
Wherever it originates.
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The Socrates in You
PoetryThe book is a compilation of Poem written by Something that dwells within me, once in a while. The poems are based on daily life serendipity. Every poem is driven by something we see in our daily life but never really stop to consider unless we are...
