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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: February 21, 2017

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Submitted: February 21, 2017



I am supplemented in the eyes of others,

Modernity has no meaning within estranged youth;

I am exiled from my birth, I am forced upon the taste of dust

And I rely on my shaking weight for approval;

Oh the sick feeling of white spirit,

It’s transparency is deceiving— atleast I’m released;

Nothing is inevitable unless the mind chooses so

And I will grapple unto this thought until death;

Ah death! The overused prophecy and stretched reason

Of pain— the truth can’t be held in our hands;

Masks wrinkle as does the water in my eyes,

Contemplations await their purpose of a lifetime;

Life is as frivalous as death

They are but the same

—Everything is eternal.

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