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Self Pity

Self Pity

All the machinations of my monsters exist 
Burdens that number
The things I could list 
Now I just wander 
I'm lost in the mist 
Thinking I'm getting the gist 

Things will get lost 
On a whim with a whisk 
Nothing more empty and painful than this 
The thought of an ending 
Is bringing me bliss 
Yet sadly that's not what I wish

I keep doing things 
Bringing me ruin 
Capturing nothing but always pursuing 
Something inside of me 
Making me weak 
And all of my will in a world without sleep

 

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Marion

Like this very very much, like the sense of weariness, pointlessness and bewilderment, can relate Curios, nice write ?

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Being Me

Feelings are very well expressed in this x

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The fish of the sea

Such a beauty of a write. The emotions shine through clear as day, I agree with Marion on this one. A LOT going on here. Kudos talented poet! TFOTS

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