Poem #25: Futility

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on August 4th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

For once I feel renewed, like there’s something deep inside.

I have strength, to assume, that the devil takes in stride.

Never the one to miss a chance or to let an opportunity pass me by

I call upon my distant mind to aid me in this new romance.

Who’s there, I say.

To which I hear no reply.

What could this mean?

I wonder with no answer near my eyes.

To which end will I travel to loop back around the world?

To which night will I die only to rebirth as an ordinary girl?

Is there meaning in our lives with no means to unite?

Is it wise to survive while others around us must die?

The more one thinks the more one is,

And the more one is the less one lives.

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