Contradiction

A shorter poem that still so accurately describes how I feel. Like I am a walking contradiction, a paradox, something that shouldn't exist, but endures nonetheless.

A step too far, not far enough.
I'm far too soft, with a past too rough.
A life without limits, but stuck in a cage,
A life without anger, but so full of rage.

So pure of heart, so black of soul,
Filled with drive, without a goal.
Walking a crowded road, but so alone,
Self laid bare, but nothing shown.

Everything given, but no effort made,
Bright as the sun, buried in the shade.
A living contradiction,
A true account of fiction.

Time running backwards, yet still so far ahead,
A man so full of life, yet already dead.

Author's Note

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