Did I become someone today I was not before,
In a mindless way, wandering through a hidden door?
So many times, I thought I was on the wrong track,
Taking my breath away, not giving it back,
Reeking of indolence and futility, I see
A night so dark, a damnation revery
Caressing the sun, nursing a broken heart,
Torn and worn from finish to start.
I stroll through the dark night of the so(u)l,
One with the pain that denies my goal,
Nevertheless in love with the burgeoning (w)hole.
About the Creator
C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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