THE HOLLOWS
In the hollows and high trees of misery’s mind
I crave my answers to be written refined
Yet the fever of this need keeps feelings confined
And taints my eyes
Desperately blind
Coupled with this
The dyes of my questions are muddy like mist
I wonder what it is
That I think I have missed
Here I stand lost
Reasons unknown as to why I exist
Answers & Questions
I wish I could ask
And wish I could know
It’s like a syndrome
Seething to grow
But before this poison swallows my days with its spidery laces
I consider the old saying, that embraces
The answers will be found in the most unlikely of places
And in my dreams I have seen
The ghost of myself
Among more peaceful faces
Answers & Questions
I now understand
Should be widely neglected
All of the world is inevitably connected
And everything will make sense
When least expected
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