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Empty Life

When happiness is just a mare dream
And everything is never as they seem
In memory distant past
And marriage just a fantasy Which never seems to last
When laughter is unheard even not for a while
And frowns replaces the sweet smile
When people live in silence
And friends who are worn out of affection and reliance
When love is an unknown word
And hate the thriving  passion in an empty world
When life shows us it other side
And crushes our ego and empty pride 
When pain is all that we have left
As we walk through life cleft
When we dance to the beat of frustration
And dines at the table of our mental aberration
When our tears defines the bitterness of life
And there leaves no redemption for our endless strife
When so many mysteries are left ravel
And we are just a creation full of gravel 
When people are being natured to the highest point of 
hate
And it leaves a far distance between us and heavens 
gate
When no make up can hide the truth
And reviews all our worthless struggles in sooth
When people makes us go through hell
And the nightmare seem not to go even as we yell
When nothing seem not to be going our way
And it keeps on getting harder despite how much we 
pray
When salvation is far from near
And we all have to live our lives in fear
When we all have scars of a broken heart
And our dreams and aspiration been ripped apart
When all that we have lies in the hands of fate
And we seen not to trust and rely on our faith
When peace is far behind us
And war the latest fashion that we all engross
When all these things come to pass
And all our hopes shattered like a broken glass 
Every word cut so deep like a hidden knife
And people are merely shadows Just living an empty 
life

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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