Days are drowning away
One canโt go yet, he should stay
Feeling like he is astray
Doesn’t leave him till this day
One more day and one more toss
For the meaning, he has lost
Dazzled matrix of the world
For a second, give him halt
Hold the baggage, special fare
Take a ticket and exhale
An addictive shade of grey
Bothers no one but himself
Unpredicted swings of mood
Never can be understood
No escape from solitude
In an austere attitude
Foolish saying mindless words
Hurting people just like swords
Understanding of the whole
An illusion of some form
In the nothingness of thought
Nothing hidden, nothing solved.
– By Artem Stelmakh
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