Crux And Me... - Poem by a.j. cruxx
Maybe i'm just a shell,
Hollow and empty...
The creators's wisdom wasted,
by His creation of me...
This empty shell drifts with time,
but still nothing happens...
the whole world is in motion,
but it is as idle as before...
That's what it's all about,
awaiting the inevitable death...
Just wish i could do something,
If only i could...
Awaiting death's arrival,
That's always what it's all about...
Is everything just for nothing?
Is it all in vain?
whatever it is,
I don't know...
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