Here i stand on the precipice of uncertainty
Muddled with the recent past and the far away future
It's like a crack of thunder followed by blossoms of lightning streaking or the celestial plane my mind now dwells in
I feel the heat of indecision waxing it's fervor on my beaten brow and can feel the energy of its pulsations radiating like a current of enigma in my chest
I don't know what to do and there is no compass rose to point to me in any direction
I feel as if the one thing in life that I hold so dearly to has vanished and left me no consolation or vigil to mourn at
I tried to make the world in which you could be most happy in which we could be most happy
That Golden Fleece felt between my fingertips was all that was required to ensure us a lasting foundation
But It slipped between the gnarled scarred fingers and I felt anger towards the one who had caused that which was dear to me to vanish
But alas it was you
Circumventing our togetherness
How was I to feel my life's work nothing
My hopes diminished my resolve broken
And my feelings of oneness shattered
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The Penultimate Pleasures
PoetryA collection of poems meant to embody the ongoing struggle of souls seeking shelter in modernity. (Let me know what you think:)
