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[eleni1979]

Someone found these papers with poetry on them in the filing cabinet.
No one knows where they came from or who wrote them, but I love this one.

Self

I am wondering within
the ineffable immenseness of
my cold solitude tonight,
as city lights shine bright, somewhere,
music and people are seething with emotion
as they desperately try
to entertain their minds.

Out of sight this night,
another fight to make their boredome subside;
It's our minds within
which our thoughts reside, unobserved,
except by our own consciousness.

Is it just me? Or does the unknown bring
a sense of clarity to our anguish?
All I really know is that my
perserverence keeps me strong as
the night is long and waking
brings me back to the uncontrollable
pain which confines me to the day.

I try to chase away my negativity,
a bad habit, an evil thing which imprisons my
happiness and fights to make me insane.

Life is just a game which no one ever gets right
the first time. Sometimes it takes all
your life to figure out the rules. Some never learn,
and thus burn inside hells within themselves.
Never give up the search for personal truth.
No one can find the sublime inside but
you and only you.