Oh, thou depressed soul
Which makes me feel neither empty nor whole
Have I not yet paid the toll?
Or must I seclude myself more in the darkest depths as a mole?
Thine praises shall I extol
If only a diamond would create from this coal.
If only I knew my role.
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PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
