![]() FieldworkA Poem by Voiceless![]() Just a simple poem about finding our purpose(s) in life. I wholeheartedly believe that it is nature's ultimate struggle. But it's worth it in the end. Let the search continue...![]() Fieldwork Blank faces Empty souls At some point We're dead inside How we revive ourselves from this momentary death Remains a mystery But something is out there That gives us life In the grand scheme We have to pick it out From the fields of emptiness.
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Added on August 6, 2015 Last Updated on August 6, 2015 Tags: love, peace, insecurity, poetry, hate, reflection Author![]() VoicelessBrooklyn, NYAboutJust a fella looking to share his thoughts via words and such. Nothing more. Nothing less. more..Writing
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