End Of Time Poem by VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA

As pure as refined gold
As shining as the midnight star,
As precious as silver
That is the one...


As free as a bubble floating in the air and as smooth as the still waters that soothe the irritated soul of the lone one

On the edge of a deeper hole I stand alone.
Miscarried and misled by what I thought to be love
And now I'm on the loose like I have a couple of screws up in my head loose.
It's not that I failed to choose

But why? ...

Can't figure out if true love exist and how does it ends and why?

Happy are those who never tasted love for the pain of craving to be loved is endless, especially if the one you love giving up on you.
What weapons do I need to fight this battle or should I buy a bottle of Cyanide to end my struggles.

Is this how it ends? but why?
If it is so, then my life is said to...

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