AcseticA Poem by SorenPoverty some suffer by chance others select it by choice In this life there's a dance, where nothingness' partner may rejoice
Poverty of health or wealth does not mean destitution of the soul But when one gains by stealth, we have to ask what is life's goal?
To have nothing to loose is freeing, standing with your back to the wall All you have is your own being, knowing, nothing more can hurt you at all
Giving up what one values is hard There is beauty in the asthetic But the trust to throw in one's last card, is the choice, giving peace to the acsetic © 2023 SorenFeatured Review
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