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finding comfort, in something softer than me

where eloquence betrays beauty,

and all that exists, in this envy of sadness

sits out in the open, for everyone to see.

this nothingness, i am convinced

feels to me like happiness,

turned inside out, and empty still

i search for souls, to fill my void,

I've felt without, always, even as a boy,

my spirit, once crushed, neglected

by those, who knew of nothing

but themselves,

these walls are a challenge

with a hope so damaged,

i kiss small innocence, with a longing

and seek out understanding,

always on a quest for knowledge

of a self,

the poet,

born and given, unto this,

before he had chosen

a destiny that so closely resembles bliss,

we know, to dream, is a privilege

we capture life as it happens,

we are the soil, that flowers an individual

beneath our scars, we heal,

and turn our stories of suffering within

into wisdom,

........and further still,

reaching for a lost connection

that could reveal,

these subtle hidden tragedies

i cant let go,

buried beneath my will,

i could piece my past together

i could learn to forgive you,

my reflection in the mirror

i long,

     , to love you,

                      , this expression, is my word.