Saturday, March 4, 2017

the journey

this winding path
my journey of tears
has no remnant joy
nor melancholy
I bear the wrath
of my enemy's fears
with neither glib nor coy
nor pedagogy
I am simply a voice
where no one questions
where no one reasons
and I am the artifact
Of a life lived knowing
the cost of existence
and a dreamer
also insomniac

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