Poem: Grey Life

I have everything and nothing.
A facade of a good life, but
full of murky shadows waiting to
pounce on every single chance i have
of happiness.

But is it true happiness?
is it a social dilemna?
or its simply loneliness in disguise?
A wild thought begetts doubt and
doubt begetts ingratitude, thus,
a lone-wolf is born.

I still feel whole and empty,
full of life and yet without meaning.
Neither a glass half full nor half empty,
rather without water,
But still makes a beautiful sound
when one sticks and slides.
So maybe there is hope after all,
but the greyness still resides inside me.

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