Content To Be

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Content To Be

He opened his eyes
And saw nothing
He was not afraid
For the nothing he felt
was everything
He yearned
His world so full
Of what they told him
He should have
Yet nothing but nothing
Is what gave him everything
All of his everything
Tried to overcome his need
For nothing
And so he traveled
Looking for something
And forgot about nothing
Empty a shell he felt
When he thought about everything
He had and the thought
And found it was nothing
Compared to what he wanted
The day he woke up
And saw nothing at all
was everything to him

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

erriczhade’s Poems (20)

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Somebody (full) 2
You...I...? 0
Wounds 0
Worth 1
Where I Thought I Belonged 3
Under No Control 1
Tricks in my confussion 0
The Love Letter 1
Somebody 0
My Seduction 1
Where We Hide in the Mourning Mist 1
Imposter 2
Immortal !!! 0
Eternity 0
Dreadfull Addiction 4
Disguises 3
Dancing With...? 3
As we Gracefully Fell 2
About The" Author" 2
Content To Be 1