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Life’s Wuzzle

Winter’s darkened clouds

Hover, lost in starless skies,

As leaden, pewter, ebony ravens

Coalesce in a wonder of worlds.

As the nights are long,

Your thoughts are flung

Into dusky abysses of dung.

As the sleepless nights dance

Into your nightmarish dreams and glance

At the blackish sea where they take a stance;

The sleepless nights fizzle

Making insomnia a rare puzzle

For those trying to live life without a muzzle,

Straining to contain life’s wuzzel.

By Malakkc

I'm a Canadian whose life has been interesting as I've lived in Developing countries and here. The contrast of law, order, and amenities available to us Canadians (which we take for granted, sometimes) to war torn civil wars is enormous. It leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.

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