Thoughts - Poem
When the question came,
Pricking at your conscience.
The question of existence,
Of right and wrong.
A random loop,
Of endless thoughts.
Fear kept it a bay,
Or the lack of it.
The taste of it,
Lingered in the mouth.
With hope settling,
Happiness seems to have slipped through.
Turn back the needles,
To the point of return.
A path untrodden,
Would be a journey,
Made better indeed.
A time brimming with the promise,
Of a future with walls of bright colors.
Has it sailed,
Or has it?
For all that was ever yearned for,
Was but a handful of cold.
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