Nine lines decline to measure sorrow
Pervading grey claiming morrow
Freedom searching, wings yet clipped
No, not this knot to cut
Loose threads, despair dipped
I am this rut
Almost dead
Sadness
Wed
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Insinq Datum
I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 5000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.
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Lost and Found
A man wanders through a desert, paying no heed to the ephemeral path his footsteps etch in the sands. He walks without seeing, for he steps without looking. He despairs to discover the truth: that he is all alone in this world, and that there is not the smallest drop of compassion available to quench his roaring thirst. So desiccated is his soul that, were he to stumble upon the waters of life amidst his circles beneath the stars, he would perhaps mistake them for yet another mirage and pay them no mind. How did he get here? Such things are long since lost to him, hidden behind the veil of forgetfulness which protects him from the part he played in making this mess.
By Insinq Datum2 years ago in Poets
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Excellent piece