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Open Poetry #48

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Xeonox

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since 2000-04-01

Posts 1764
CA, USA

0 posted 2012-04-02 12:04 PM

Sometimes we wonder if all of it will ever make sense,
The quietness I sense now is eerie in itself,
Seeking solitude from my own desolate state,
Remembering that sleep offers freedom than none other can,
Crises of self engulfs me for the time being,
Validating that there may not be harm in the idea of faith,
The logical part glancing at the present tense,
Testing the boundaries of capacity to its brim,
Magnificent are the ones that can focus on a goal,
Not thinking about the mundane limit of existence,
Seeking to solve some of our challenges,
Most will expire before they know their impact,
Crimson future we all share as one,
Ghastly is the outlook of tomorrow seems,
A breath of air serves as a reminder of what is vital,
Live in the moment and let it immerse you in itself.

I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality.

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