A Question Burned Within Me

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A question so ingrained,
entwined within me it burns.
To my core this reality haunts me.

How have I live this long with such darkness in my heart?
With such a vicious nature.
My life has been nothing but violence, and scorn.

I am hollow,
without a soul,
without a love to truly call mine.

Why am I a soul with no goal?
No path,
no light to guide me?

I am lost,
and this question echoes through my mind.
As I walk this endless path.

Why have I not found meaning?
I am lost,
forgotten in this world.
And as I wander that question burns.
-Dante93




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Hey. I do like your poem. I think it is good, but I don't really like how it changes style half way through. It is a good idea, but if you are going to change styles, make it completely differently, or the same, not half way in between. But thats just what I think. There is probably someone else who thinks the opposite of what I say, but that's because it is just the way I think.

But it is a good poem. Keep writing, what you did is most likely better than most of the stuff I do. :)




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haha thanks. this how i write though. some poems change gears. it propels a different message.
-Dante93



Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
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