My soul is tired of the trouble,
Of the toil,
Of the labor of this earth.
For what is simple,
In a world that bends and breaks,
A world that mixes and mashes.
No, the complexities of life,
Are the pain that keep us from comprehending reality.
From comprehending and applying.
From living and dying.
If only things were simple,
No confusion,
No mysterious characters to keep us on our toes.
How sweet life would be.
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Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PoetryIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
