Himself - Poem by AlissaMarie Unknown
To long he craves for passion,
to long he carries this burden
for his life has unfolded to early
known and to late to be fortold.
He strives for his soul, yet empty
he is shallow. If a lesson to be told,
he'd be forgiving and move foward
in not just life, but the one following.
Give him a reason that in which he
could see for staying somewhere he
feels disbelief. Not an opinion, but a
fact for this being could only be imagined.
Only god knows his fate, yet taken in his
own hands, he creates a fascination for
knowing to little and giving so much he
perishes to a world of dust.
If it mattered could he still be here, for
he's missed dearly by those he shared.
And those who didn't matter only showed
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