Conquest of EmptinessA Poem by AThe need for conquests Is it about control? Or A game that I must win Each conquest Has no meaning It’s simply lost all Magic All the moments Of jitters Of hope There’s none of that It’s a game That I see I pursue I execute And I'm gone No looking back No connection The desire for a higher number How sick How wrong Can This Be stop I am not wrong I am not bad Or loose I’m just a girl Not knowing Searching Dreaming Being Me And now I'm onto My Next Conquest… © 2013 A |
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2 Reviews Added on February 15, 2013 Last Updated on February 15, 2013 AuthorALondon, England, United KingdomAboutMaude: Well, if some people get upset because they feel they have a hold on some things, I'm merely acting as a gentle reminder: here today, gone tomorrow, so don't get attached to things. Dream as.. more..Writing
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