Lost.

Stuck in vortex, a void.
Seems like a channel
Where nothingness runs.
I am not fond of these,
But a scornful dirge it is,
Inexplicable in words.
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I know the hearts have elixir,
Though Have voids in the carapace.

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Lost in flim flam and tricks,
Lost in calumny affairs.
burnt and charred
Like incense stick burnt at whim.
Lost in roulette game of life.

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In this ominous night,
I see darkness, no light.
Except the moon and stars.
But covered with ghoulish grey.
I explicate and my hands
Raised toward heavens and pray.
Whislt I see many hands;
Ardor and gay.
Distracting my gaze.

Will appreciate if you come up with the suitable title for this.

Pic – self.