Comfort in the HollowA Poem by Samuel Riverside
Like an endless sea.
We bicker and babble. Never aware of the vastness. The all consuming truth. That death comes for us all. Neither creed, nor religion matter. All must abide this call. We churn our days away. With sweat or scandal. Pursuit in legacy. Seeking meaning in nothing. Comfort in the hollow. © 2015 Samuel RiversideAuthor's Note
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Added on May 10, 2015 Last Updated on May 17, 2015 Author
Samuel RiversideAboutI just post whatever I write up. Poetry, or ideas. Randomness. It's probably garbage. It's my garbage. I will try and post once a week. more..Writing
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