Matthew Lane

Rookie (10/07/1985 / Texas)

Evolution - Poem by Matthew Lane

Not knowing is the worst torture,
Or is it worse when I do,
It seems there are no right answers,
When I am dealing with you,

You're happy, I guess that's what matters,
Or should I prefer that you weren't,
For all the talking and pleading,
Not a single lesson was learnt,

For all of the earthly possessions,
For all of the charm and the wit,
Perchance, I am helpless and hopeless,
Like a glove, that seems to fit,

Nothing is found to be good enough,
Nothing, our problems, solve,
And, for all that was given,
Did apathy from love evolve?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010

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