Light my Fire
I can cause my ears to be filled with music,
My eyes with things deemed loveliest by many,
I can try to do what I had never done,
But how do I fill myself before all's gone?
Can it be that the void within myself
Is too immense; may it not be satisfied?
Or that what fills me hath now ceased to pour forth,
That now, I am hollow, bereft of my worth.
What might be the thing to give back my meaning;
To lend comprehension as to what I'm seeking?
Shall I be for ever an unfilled vessel,
Drained of feeling, nothing more than a shell?
How does it feel to love, to laugh, to exist?
How does one smile? How does one weep and grovel?
What I long for, a chance to life! How I dream
Of a world not a fiend, a world yet unseen!
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Read my Heart - A Collection of Poetry
PoetryThis is partly a journal and partly a literary endeavor. Herein, between the covers lie all of my dreams and art: my tales of friends and lovers. If you please, oh! Read my heart!