Amid darkness, I ponder
Over all the mental squander.
Of trivial things, a many
Nothing worth a penny.
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Mental Chatter
Amid darkness, I ponder
Over all the mental squander.
Of trivial things, a many
Nothing worth a penny.
Time comes and goes
Without healing woes.
With too proud a mind
Becomes difficult to unwind.
Loneliness, a best friend
Reminds of wounds to mend
And reveals the cure
It was I who set the lure.
A trap made by self
Don't need a cry for help.