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Existential Crisis

Dreams alit by candle fire Ripped paper littering the table A dream of a dreamer Exists only marginally Deep within the dark is a light And I've fought so hard to find it To sift through all the bleak masks To find my one true persona A dream can be broken easily And if the dream is truly broken What must become of the dreamer Trapped between here and there It took the deepest love To birth the most agonizing pain Leaving the dreamer awake Existing between the planes of existence

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/7/2018 11:48:00 PM
Awesome poem, Christopher.
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Date: 4/24/2018 8:27:00 PM
To sift through all the bleak masks To find my one true persona expresses everything I needed to say, but did not know how. Thank you!
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