Day 10

Having a very questioning time with myself.

Non-existent lies my wake

Hours and days and done nothing but play

An evil I do know andvi could possibly conquer

But with doubts last said that possibility is flauntless.

I force myself to live in the day

Why like the birds must life flutter away, 

Leaving quiet and cold those left behind?

The unaccomplished seeking without wanting,

That what is wanted left inbthe dry?

To understand myself is an accomplishment which can't be met.

Author's Note

Critique wanted and appreciated ^_^ Thank you.