The Torment Of The Poet

Over the tiers of eternity

I wandered aimlessly

At times following vague impressions left in psychic dust

Those around me

Only laughed in mockery

of my pale misunderstandings

While rusting away I was left pondering unanswered questions

And still

I wandered

With confusion piling itself upon my back

Seeking for resolution

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