Upon awakening my garments taking in.
Hope, and despair fill this air.
"Curious." I choose that word.
I note today's news.
Another rejection, sound the blues.
It hits me like a bat.
So I take off my hat.
Cover my eyes and there I sat.
A heart with ties down the middle.
Fingers dig deep into the crease, refusing to release.
Oh, it stings.
Then arms out stretched from the right.
Setting this poem alight.
For I had found a reason to fight again.
Right, so the hat came off from over my eyes.
I thought about all of your lives.
The very reason to strive.
Is it not enough to be alive?
The End.
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A collection of epiphanies
PoetryEntering the mind of another human has always intrigued and excited readers. As beyond our imagination stretches depths we can only hope to conceive. Conceive no farther, as I will show everyone here the inner depths of the soul.
