Silent Echo

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Silent echoes.
Why am I still here,
I thought my end was near.
I see no purpose for this tiring wait,
Dear God have mercy on my soul and
seal my fate.
Boredom is like a dark room with no
light,
Others toil for survival day and night.
I write poetry with nothing else to do,
Being carefree is a friend or a foe ?
My poems fill my empty heart,
It is like a divine light a fresh start.
This text is not a suicide letter,
There is still hope that things will get
better.
Within these lines, I seek to find,
A glimmer of meaning, a peace of
mind.
So many questions asked with no
hesitation,
Always blurred answers even in deep
meditation.
Perhaps expressing myself in words
is where my purpose lies,
And in silent whispers, my soul
replies.
I will keep writing my thoughts, both somber and bright,
And through the darkness, I will seek
the light.
Every road has an end,
Prayer is the only message I can
send.
In all these words a part of me will
stay,
A legacy of my journey, come what
may.
Author :Nadim