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Vanilla

Unfit for the sunlit
Visions once bestowed
Guilt has me split
Where reason once flowed

Circles were brighter 
Now a hollow parade
Knots draw tighter
As thoughts start to fade

Worthless endeavor
Half-formed at best
Tumbleweed untethered
Cursed with unrest

No spark to savor
Just the same charade
Endless vanilla flavor
As the colors all fade

No more to barter
Encompassed in grey
Rationale takes harbor
As wishes drift away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Greenhough Avatar
May 1, 2025 at 10:32 AM
Nice poem. I hope I never reach the point of giving up. May seeds of hope germinate this yrear.
Delegans Avatar
May 3, 2025 at 10:54 PM
Thank you, Hilda. There is always hope for sure!
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