Once a exanimate being,
once a sweet sixteen,
under a dark moon,
under a sullen mood.
My insatiable quest
Questions and answers
Truth and love
Once a true person,
once tasted a glimpse,
under my own world,
under my imagination.
My simple collection
Jagged pieces
Broken strings
Impalpable essence
Intangible heart
Once a human,
once in real environment,
under my fagged skin,
under my head.
My many reasons
Safety and stubbornness
Wall and latches
Steel and windlessness
Once a momentary silence,
Once a surrender and assurance,
under my miry perception,
under the death of old.
My restored sight
Once a lifted hand,
Once awaited high,
under a slight grin,
over to a new life.
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used to write sad, depressive poems, but the last paragraph is always a positive one.
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