![]() THE ENDLESS MORTALA Poem by Alex![]() DEPRESSION![]()
The ancient time left us with future thought
hopes of grace we never left to feel wallowing in sorrow, the bone join in bitterness through the marrow. we were left out of the indigence of grace, Life a mystery in times of pain the smiles in us give way to pain death we seek, but we were rejected by him glowing in the cage we are outside we see but all are white Far beyond we see the luminous nearer it came with eagerness we wait hoping this is it, nearer, nearer and then it goes higher. climb we climb up but down we are. In deep dejection we dwell our head deep down in sorrow in pain all eternity we dwell. © 2014 AlexAuthor's Note
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