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Finding the Self

The dark night of the soul

By Insinq DatumPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Finding the Self
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Sometimes when we feel most alone

It seems the world does turn away

No-one is picking up their phone

No words of love to us they say


An empty world, a hollow throne

A rain that comes again each day

Unceasingly, the dial tone

Goes on and on into the grey


Though heavy tolls we try to pay

When asked and asked and asked for more

How heavy does this burden lay

How much we yearn to set the score


To speak our minds and free our hearts

Unburden souls too full with lore

We loathe to see that it all starts

With our choice to unlock the door


Connections burn, wither and die

Unless we voice our secret fears

Our secret loves, our secret pride

It's up to us to save the years


Which we might spend upon a lie

Because it hides away our tears

Eventually, out we must cry

We must learn to trust in our peers


It all starts with an honest sound

With feeble feet on foreign ground

We walk the street, we fly around

We search for what we wish we'd found


In mother's arms and father's face

We search and search for hints of grace

But first we must ourselves yet trace

To find this strange familiar place

sad poetry

About the Creator

Insinq Datum

I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 3000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.

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