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I’m sorry that it didn’t work out,
there’s nothing I could do,
but sit—
of course that couldn’t,
wouldn’t help
not after all that has happened.
I have given up the truth
to that which cannot be
and nowhere
is the only place that welcomes me.
Ask for forgiveness from the lies and
nothing comes,
nothing that surprises me.
Try for pity,
It doesn’t work on me
It doesn’t exist at all.
Solitude is the only given in this existence.
All else that which is fought for
can only be claimed as simplicity.
I don’t reason that this obvious logic,
but it’s the one standard we all
capitulate to ourselves.
In the mad rush to perfection
we give in to the simplicity.
No will,
seen as simplicity
and the madness it creates.
All of us will crumble in the end,
Like a stale cookie in the hands of a child.
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How we see the world is really a poem in disguise. When crushed by something, we tend to take it to heart, and that is why half of the time we are either sad or angry, but the up side to this is that these thoughts eventually crumble, and from it we get a new beginning. Also was published in my college's newspaper's poetry section!
Recently I sat down and read and realized that there was a bigger picture that wasn't being seen. So, I went back and cleared it up. I hope it still has the same effect. I will add the original at a later date.
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