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Poem XI

Ceaseless ardent searching, I can have no rest
I am all but consumed by the fire in my chest
What threatens to sever my every heart string
Is the unknowing of what to which I cling
For all hard fought truths afforded to this life
Are detritus in the wake of my terrible strife
 
Words were conceived so mankind could lie
But to those possessed they can only try
Emptiness begets emptiness in this barren land
We are all subject to the deed of our hand
The subject that evokes the wildest scream
None who has ever walked this earth can redeem
 
My skin pales as I dig away from the sun
Shredding root, killing seed of the one
All the while I wander, dirt rains upon my grave
My light will touch fodder dumped in the nave
Oh shall I grin as I finally commence the burn
With one fearless step I shall take my turn
Written by Dour
Published | Edited 11th Feb 2015
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