A Five Year Old

Shall the recognition

Be acknowledged by

unwarranted validation

 

Worthless

Wasted praised

On scribbles made

By an unblessed hand

 

All their dwindling

Inklings as a vacancy

Seen through the soulless glass

 

There is noise inside

Neither anguish nor some bliss

Enter if You may

A five year old sun

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