A shell with a covering,
Look around but see nothing.
Why not ask ourselves,
Isn’t this alarming?
Nothing within,
We seek solace outside.
Knowing very well,
We’re hollow inside.
We cherish and relish,
Material gain.
Although in reality,
We suffer only pain.
Put a stop to this,
Don’t be shallow.
Find yourself first,
Stop being hollow.
I like it. How long do you take to write these poems?
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Not long. Once the thought is there, writing doesn’t take time. 🙂
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