Different pen
Different thoughts
Different font
Different ink
Different time
Same Me.
A head in space
Wondering, Wandering,
In search of anything, a Crumb
A Crumb of alive
Of purpose, of life
Life Itself
Wondering the void, a bottomless beyond
Filling without fulfillment
A head in space
Consumed by consuming
Few and far these crumbs,
these morsels of experience.
are they purpose?
mishandled purpose
grasped by careless hands.
oblivious finger tips.
About the Creator
Aaron Hodgkins
I shook my brain and out came 214 little hairballs of thought.
Contemporary poetry by
Aaron Hodgkins
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