Life

How often we wander, this vast universe leaving us to ponder. A lust for life worth living or living life to make lust worth having?
Who am I to you? When you peel
Back the layers, see what lies beneath.
I do not know which is better knowing
Who I am to you or knowing why we wander.

Humans are funny things
We build to create and then destroy
So we can build again. Never sastified.
Content to always search for something
Yet have nothing. Be empty.
Void.

Who are you? To yourself first and others
Next. In that order. Do you think of
Yourself in that order? Are you hiding behind
A facade Thats projected from
Your dark and twisted mind?
Innocence; is that all anyone could find?

The effort involved to fuel desire is perhaps
The most envied. Some have it. Others
Obsess over it's missing presence.
Driving to insanity as individuals desperately
Try to unlock the secret.
The answer.....to life.



Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2019-01-25 at 23:13

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