A PANTOMIME OF TWO EXTREMES

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Dreams veiled in a mist,
Heart robbed of joy,
Filled with the reflections of suicide,
A better life, a story yet to be written.

Never to unriddle the dept of time lost,
Yes, all washed away by the sea never to return,
My feet Dazzled through life,
A rolling stone my wealthy neighbour,
The eclipse of life,
Yet, drown in night mares of hope.

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Enmity with my bed,
Sleeping in hard work,
Till the blind can see my vision clearly,
A pantomime of two extremes.

This is my little poem.

Please go through it. And fault me where necessary please so that i can improve in my writing skills. That is your comment is highly needed.

Please help me resteem this post.

@godswill