"When will I conclude that I've had
e n o u g h
and realize that this perilous endeavor
I've been pursuing is no longer worth it,
conceding the fact that despite the severity it's extremities are,
I'm still gaining nothing out of it?
must I wait for the sun, an infinite being wrought from the accumulation of various gases and energies,
to lose control over it's exalted power,
or for the world to lose it's soul?
waiting is t o r t u r e
and the fixture of my fragmented heart,
is slowly breaking apart,
from losing myself in you
too
much."
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Catharsis
Poetryca·thar·sis [kuh-thahr-sis] noun, plural ca·thar·ses [kuh-thahr-seez] 1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music. Poetry #62 / Random #130 © Copyrighted, All...
