Jiggi Gwari Poems

He sees a long walk up ahead,
but his conscience is heavy with dread,
not because of the path that needs to be stepped,
but because of the secret he has kept.
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This poem of mine is one of my first experiments with blank verse:

Neither me or my existence matters,
in this world of materialism.
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You see him walking down the street in a jovial gait,
sometimes looking at the creation in a seemingly eternal wait.
Few can discern what he says about the unknown,
many call it mindless blather but his musings are his own.
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