Whole

Whole

A Poem by Zac
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Interior monologue-styled free-verse poem about loneliness.

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There is a whole within the fabric of my very being. 
I try and fill it with tall tales of crisis and endless theories that will never live in the page;
I try and ignore it through vices and false claims to be but a lonely and ever-forgotten sage.
I inhale possibility and exhale misery; I drown in words on and off the page,
I fear the extent of myself; shall I remain but forever a being of rage?

I hang my head in sorrow at the promise of the 'morrow,
a set of days bled to repeat, never a new story to be but my treat.
Such a course, my sanity to beat; such a course, eternally without retreat.

For is such but the meaning in my life,
forever perilled to be but enthralled in strife;
eternally struggled 'gainst the alliance of faith,
for love to be mine, shall I ever have perpatrathe?

And so the story goes,
to always be alone;
and so the tale goes,
never yet, fully shown.

© 2014 Zac


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Added on January 15, 2014
Last Updated on January 15, 2014
Tags: Alone, sad, depressed, monologue, poetry, free-style, life, dread, love

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Zac
Zac

Montreal, Canada



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