AimlessA Poem by AyaIn the lack of life he lived Unimportant unnoticed In the darkened corner, he wept. Unheard torments.
In what purpose do we ask questions? In what use do we demand answers? We know the answers are cruel. Peace is not in our doom.
The road pointed by millions, We know it is true. Giving up was the announce, Of a fool who cannot break through.
He is the fool, who rests, Throwing all his regrets, For a night without a price, Two walls carried his back. © 2013 AyaFeatured Review
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