Loving Myself Enough by Ozymandias

Ozymandias | September 23rd, 2018 | poetry | No Comments


Depressingly Happy, I Press On.
Vivid Memories From Yesterday, All But Gone.
I’m Too Young To Die From Old Age
Too Brilliant To Start Again On The Last Page.
I Find Warmth In The Darkest Of Places.
My Heart Erupts Leaving Only Traces
A Young Child With A Mid- Life Crisis
Throwing Away His Identity, Picking Up Dices.
Guess You Can Say Life Was Fair And Well
Even Though I Lost My Way, In Ways I Can’t Tell.
My Voice Is Too Loud Even Though I Whisper
A Fog Forms Creating Clarity From Here To Heaven.

Poet Bio

Just a simple man using art to redeem himself

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