Life
How many words have been
shouted, how many voices have spoken?
How many have whispered and
disappeared into the nothingness of life, and the abyss of death
The sounds of the living
and long gone, we exist in temporariness, forgotten?
Existing only in
captured memories.
How many have cried and have slept engulfed in
bitterness that mean nothing.
We are shadows who ebb into
the light and darkness.
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