Poetry

Devon McElveen


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1 january 2012

Alone

Why do I enjoy this feeling? 
Is that really a question? 
Do you see the anguish that they have caused? 
Do you see the strife? 
The terror in their eyes? 
The corruption that runs rampant? 
Why do they cause war? 
What do they fight for?
Is it their morals? 
What morals? 
Aren’t morals nothing but words thrown away near death? 

Why do I live in the dark? 
Aren’t the lights so blinding? 
Don’t they shed light on our inner truths? 
No matter how gruesome or terrifying? 
Do you not like the dark? 
Doesn’t it rid us of pointless thoughts? 
Do you not feel serene here? 
Do you not find salvation here? 

Aloneness. Is it not a wondrous thing?






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