An endless searching consumes me,
The penalty of a wandering spirit.
For I dare to cross the raging, unholy seas,
And tread on forbidden sands of infinity.
Perhaps they wonder why I possess
The restlessness of a ghost about to be judged,
Dwindling with the traveling mist
In sheer terror of being found--
But I would laugh silently, for my soul is serene.
Why then would I be afraid of judgement?
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VERSIFY
Poetry🏆 THE AMBY AWARDS 2023 WINNER 🏆 A collection of short poems based on prompts from Versification 2023. Ranking: #1 in PoetryCollection 23/4/20 #2 in Poetry 23/5/11 #1 in Versification 2023 23/5/17 #5 in PoetryContest 23/4/16 Original cover art...
