I'm a tragic being playing a role,
In the tragedy of my life.
Emotions ignored, aesthetics battered,
Bad luck embodied as my soul,
Is working against every move,
An opposite current flowing always against.
All the odds and negativities shatter,
My ambition is not for any bad motive,
Curiosity, fresh ideas are still not moving,
If even moving, moving in an intense negation.
No good, no bad can be made out,
Own mind does not support the flow,
Hoping for some miracle everyday,
It seems to become a harassing mystery much more.
Mornings seem no more luring,
Morality is gradually leaving its way,
Comedy and tragedy are all seeming tragic,
And life has become the best tragedy anyway.....
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An enjoyable piece; appreciated how you approached the topic in a personal way; nicely done. -Joe Breunig, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory