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life thoughts

Why is it that when I'm surrounded by the most people, 

I feel the most alone?


That when I think of the billions of other 




I feel a pit in my stomach,

swallowing me up from the inside, 

overpowering me with all-consuming darkness. 


How can a single grain of sand 

feel remembered,

when it looks the same 

as billions of others?


I stare at my footprints in the sand

watching the waves rise,

then recede,

struck with the sudden sinking realizing,

I've witnessed the world after my death. 

deathlife after deathmy lifeNature

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<Deleted User> (33618)

Sat 11th Jun 2022 03:10

Your poem reminds me of Psalm 139 where it says, amongst other things, that GOD's thoughts towards us number more than the grains of sand. Your poem sounds like a psalm! 💗

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