My stomach is full yet my heart bare,
I view the horizon and see bleakness,
Light revealing itself to my day, rare,
In my soul I feel lack of completeness,
Churning thoughts uneasily feeling stirred,
Choking by self-consumption ‘ever dying,
Performed for all, but daily tasks demurred,
Longingly seeking passion for trying,
Once I was fulfilled or maybe a dream,
Far away, seems my last fulfilling day,
Steadfast troubles, worries, wear me less keen,
The lines of sanity marred with decay,
Perhaps, in death I may find peace at last,
Then again, perhaps, I may regret fast.
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