it is fear, I know,
that I feel along
the acidic lining of my stomach.
fear. hunger.
to me, they mean the same.it is unfair, to me,
that the question of our existances
remains unanswered.
existance. relevance.
to me, they mean the same.it is painful, I see now,
what I had to do to
quench my thirst.
thirst. fear. hunger.
I quenched it.I am no longer
an unknown entity. I have left
my mark on this world.I will never be
forgotten.
famous. infamous.
to me, they mean the same.life. death.
to me, they are the same.I am no longer a
whisper. for I am carvings
on a gravestone.
eternal.and yet
I am one
among hundreds
of thousands of
identical decaying bodies.
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The Forever Frenzy
PoetryUnfinished songs, in the heads of plaintive talentless mortals, results in poetry.