I searched the earth for it
I scored my life for it
I cried over it
I betrayed my own self for it
I used its shadows to define it
I dedicated my years to becoming it
I was driven insane for finding it
And then I realized it did not exist.
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Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
