What purpose is held by such endeavors
I seek not to trivialize
The sanctity of perseverance
And all it holds
Fearful of moments that await one such as myself
Moments that have yet to occur
Yet so eagerly haunt me
A time when I shall no longer
Have the strength to appreciate the beauty
Of all that exists within nature and admire the cosmos
A time when I will no longer be able to find joy and solace in the very words that have provided me with such for so long
A time when I will lose whatever fragment
Remains of that curious, adventurous child.
Whose wonder and sheer willpower kept my hopes and dreams alive.
Even as I have presently lost sight of them
As well as any pathway
That would have led me somewhere better
I fear for a time
When even my fleeting moments of euphoria
Will become a distant memory
And I will fully become
The shell of a person once known.
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Mephisto's Anthology
Poesiaa collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
