David O'Mahony

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I Of The Storm

The anguish of pain, the embarrassment of existence, the self-critical eye withers the within; a broken soldier.
No longer can the balmy cheerfulness mask the untempered hollowness of being.
Alas! Hollowness of being! Could it be true?
Do I really exist?
Is there really an I?
Is all… ego?
Thought. That master who ought be a slave.
Weariness is a friend to all man.
Answers lie in wait for those that do not seek.

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