A forsaken, fragmented puzzle Atrocious appetites of apathy I guzzle Condemned catastrophes creeping in my mind Myself am I neglected never to find Prying, endless questions without answers Festering like legions of mental cancers Awakening and awaiting each hour For suitable solutions they timidly scour Veiled in a void they endure the wait Conjuring ceaseless hope, they never abate Answers they shan’t find - no stock lining the somatic shelf Searching is such a lost, worthless cause, much like myself In pith of contradiction - answers I mustn’t know What would then willfully wane to prevail as my mental foe If and only if it were tediously and truly so
Reason for writing:
thoughts and such...
Birth sign: Taurus
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