About Me
I am not a poet,
though you fill me with verse,
enough to give prudence
to break the minds curseI haven't the time
nor the money, nor haste,
to create something beautiful,
lest it all go to wasteWe no longer ride
the same roads in life,
though we're on the same side
and felt much the same strife,and now to think that our paths
may never again cross,
is like to think life's stopped dead
with agonizing loss,which is why all in all
i seek that which is true,
the part of me i hold high,
love that glistens with virtue,the desire that it builds
is not to be broken,
until it is forsaken
and sincere hatred has spoken,ive looked all around,
above and beyond,
and still havent found
a human nature so fond,this thing that ive cherished
so dear with my mind,
had already perished
and left me behind,without an identity,
i continue to press forward,
to look for an answer,
an epiphany conjured,I will not give up now,
while time continues to gather,
the uprooted seeds
of my desires to lather,and create something beautiful
through the means without end,
and continue its contenance,
through diligence to transcend.
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