The Lonesome PhilosopherA Poem by AventicusI 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.
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 AventicusAuthor's Note
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Added on September 28, 2016 Last Updated on September 28, 2016 AuthorAventicusPortsmouth, VAAboutIt 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..Writing
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