Cynical StigmataA Poem by Violet's Runbeing marked with negativity what next?Why do I sit and listen to the serenade inside my agonized head? Is it for the recreation of dying? as i research death and the hundreds of opportunities it presents each day It seems to take a lot of my time I spend the minutes of my days in the fear of a death that will last forever So even in my fruitless attempts to rationalize and theorize, on my eventual end as a corpse I find no comfort Science holds no reassurance that I will end up anything but a molecule of sand that will be blown about by the winds of stars and perhaps find roost in another eon of creativity to perchance find another God willing to take a risk seems like a longshot and i still bear my cynical stigmata. endlessly
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4 Reviews Added on September 13, 2014 Last Updated on September 13, 2014 AuthorViolet's Runsan joaquin valley, CAAboutMy grandmother was Violet. I share her name I am Susan Violet.. But she was the strongest most beautiful woman I have met. For some reason when I started writing again I had this image of her telling .. more..Writing
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