The Lonesome Philosopher

The Lonesome Philosopher

A Poem by Aventicus
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I believe I may have written this after my own self. I'm not sure what clarity it may bring, for I do not yet know myself.

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I am a closed system
Broken and bleeding at the ends
Where I sought to break the cycle
On which my whole life depends

Burn off the cancer
Which binds to my soul
That hinders the organ
And takes a heavy toll

Let me live in days lonesome
In years long past by
For there I shall whither
And weep until I die

May I understand trial
And love those that I have met
Knowing some love to be certain
But have nothing to beget

And may I know what I have sought
And gain that certain philosophy
Being a wanton old man
Who wished to live impossibly

When my day does come
May you shed tears for me not
For I am the lone wanderer
For no glory have I bought

© 2016 Aventicus


Author's Note

Aventicus
I didn't necessarily have a point in making this, but it was interesting to me nonetheless.

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Added on September 28, 2016
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Aventicus
Aventicus

Portsmouth, VA



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It would seem that I am no more than a mere human with a mind for hubris, fatalism, and philosophy. Still, I wish to be more than I am. "Men armed with dangerous ideas are far more threatening than.. more..

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