Lament
I have walked through life,
Never realizing my true role.
I’ve lived, I’ve loved,
I’ve given my heart and soul,
But I’ve never felt real inside.
And now, waiting for death, I wonder:
Is this who I am?
Is this who I’ve become?
Have I deceived myself of the truth?
Questions that are too late to be answered
Must never be uttered at all.
I sit in darkness
Wondering about reality
For eternity.
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This is the first poem I've written in about a year, so it might not be my best.
I have walked through life,
Never realizing my true role.
I’ve lived, I’ve loved,
I’ve given my heart and soul,
But I’ve never felt real inside.
And now, waiting for death, I wonder:
Is this who I am?
Is this who I’ve become?
Have I deceived myself of the truth?
Questions that are too late to be answered
Must never be uttered at all.
I sit in darkness
Wondering about reality
For eternity.
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This is the first poem I've written in about a year, so it might not be my best.


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