Meaningless moments,

enclosure of a seeking soul

at the border of despair…

Alluring emptiness of mind

at the edge of heart…

Of blank spaces in white…

As I write these uncertain lines,

I know my voice won’t be heard,

I know these verses 

will linger on 

in the timeless void,

on the verge of oblivion,

on the fringe of existence...

Can frustration...

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