Seeker
hearing the silence;
Ponder, what could’ve been
by not treading lightly.
(What to live for?)
Longing for the unnameable,
ever-changing, facets anew;
To grasp its fading tail
is to never stay still
(Shedding my skins)
Endless chasm, calling
To gaze down, within.
Am I looking, falling?
Is it what it seems?
(The abyss in me…)
As thoughts wither by,
draining emotions held;
As moons wane and rise,
I immolate myself.
(Time is devouring, so am I)
In and out, seasons change,
flying futures, bound in past;
Seeking bright flame,
finding dried ash.
(I am burning)
At night, dark fawns,
I die, I live, I bleed;
Who awakes at dawn,
Is it the same me?
(…)
To feel the deep dark tides,
to solve the riddle of self;
I shall live and I shall die
by this eternal quest.
(this is my curse...)"
(Author: Bruno Neves Oliveira)
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