Littleness. Poem by Driss Ezzireg
Littleness.
Sick and bewildered
I stay awake most of night.
Morbid thoughts come and go
While sweet dreams say ' no'.
What the hell is this blasting life
That offers little and asks for much?
Little is she and be named as such!
Prohibiting various thoughts from entering one's mind is almost impossible. Thoughts go on encroaching ones mind disturbing the person. Only a stoic has the capacity to prevent their entry in mind. Normally a positive mind set helps in preventing morbid thoughts to disturb one's peace of mind Beautiful poem on thoughts. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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