More, more and more.
That hypnotizing word induced
shamefulness on me to the core.
I want greater, bigger, better things.
I yearn for flawless skin, pretty face,
kinder persona—all that's
glittering.I'm not blind but my vision's 0/20.
I can't accept nor acknowledge my
countless insecurities.
Always in a constant battle I can't
win.
Continuously in a struggle I
shouldn't be in.I've got scars and flaws even
accompanied with dark thoughts.
But some more, greater, bigger,
better things can never be sought.
For stars cannot shine if darkness is
nowhere.
How does one become good if evil
has disappeared.Hence, let us let go of the weight
weighing down our minds and
chests.
Insecurities and greed must be put
to eternal rest.
Yin and yang dwell inside each of
us.
Focus on your yang and accept
your yin, what we all have are
homologous.We are alike yet different.
Hence, don't compete with a
contender from a different
competition nor yearn for a
hammer of a different form when
you already have one that fits the
nail you possess more; with that
being said, I rest my case ladies
and gents.
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Thundering Thoughts
Poetrya collection of poems crafted amidst the thundering thoughts.