Confusion stirs my very soul,
My heart is constantly in trouble;
I can think of but no refuge,
Why problems come way too huge?
Is there a place in this vast universe,
Where troubled hearts vanish and disperse?
Is there a spell to reverse the curse?
So mote it be! Problems won't ever emerge!
Problems are cursed to be humans' twin,
A shadow people spend lifetime to win,
It appears-reappears in times unexpected,
And leaves a soul stressed and exhausted.
Is there a place in this vast universe,
Where troubled hearts vanish and disperse?
Is there a spell to reverse the curse?
So mote it be! Problems won't ever emerge!
©poet_drey
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