Living In A Chaos Of Frustration

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Living in a chaos of frustration
and spiritual misery,
in the depths of our being
we hate ourselves.

Lonely and helpless
we cannot be at peace
with others because
we are not at peace
with ourselves.

We cannot be at peace
with ourselves because
we are not at peace
With God.

Genova Maaa my mother

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: chaos,frustration,misery

poem poems peace Frustration chaos

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Rini Shibu 17 November 2017

If we are in peace with God everything will be in peace.. Well penned

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Kumarmani Mahakul 17 November 2017

As we aren't at peace with God we neither get peace ourselves nor we provide peace others. Living in a chaos of frustration and spiritual misery hurts peace. Well painted. Beautiful poem with lofty insight.

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