Death of An Answer

Death of an Answer Written: by Tom Wright February 2015 Abandoned, by time, In pre-dawn hours, I sit meditating, My mind being brushed, by recurring thoughts, Of things hidden from sight, Which come un-summoned. I lapse into the profundity of silence Thinking, perchance, This time might see variety, But distressing thoughts and my unknowns, Forever appear to tote with them, No answers with irrefutable resolution; So, I remain engulfed in this sea of thought Without mental ability to alter;
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