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The Question Of The Mind: My First Poem
Unimaginable lust, for fear and the idolatry of hate,
Consistent of bigotry, what shall be his fate?
The sanity of the mind, will it be too late,
To look in himself because he’s too impatient to wait
Warped views on the world, time and time again,
Thinking daily to be feared by all men,
He questions those around him, who are his enemies and friends,
Wounds in his heart, that seem never to mend
The death of the self with an unconquered mind,
Darkness swallows the immaculate shine,
Reading words that aren’t in the lines,
Confused of what he believes because he’s afraid of what he’ll find,
He looks at the world diluted by time,
He’s searching for answers but the question of self,
He’s to outwardly focused looking for others for help,
What is the answer he always questions himself?
A man bent on morals that might not exist,
The control of him is what he will truly miss,
The death of his madness is his one true wish,
