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Thursday, June 26, 2014

A Portrait in Futility

Within the belly of a
barren soul hopelessness has settled in
and my bones have no pleasure;
I am tired.

My body has one craving
but happiness I can't seem to attain;
there's something wrong with my brain
and it won't change.

Fill me up with medicine
but it's only a band-aid to my pain
as seasons of loneliness
for me remain.

I've tried to be happy since
I was young; but it has eluded me.
Like chasing after the wind;
I can't catch it.

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