The never-lived: A poem

Hiding behind a mask Looking out for a task They slept through their lives  Their dreams forgotten Guilt more by them sorted They died bearing regrets  They feared the unknown They clutched to every known Their passions turned to ashes  The end came too fast They had follies from their pastThey called themselves the never-lived – Jan @jahnavigouri

The never-lived: A poem

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