Perfectionist, the title given,
To the pretense of a distinct man.
What, why or who could he be?
Questions he asked himself in the dead of dark.
From the lay man, a special soul,
Characterized by his kind demeanor.
To him, nothing,
Hidden by a compassionate personality.
A lost being in the passions of earth,
Isolating the senses he possessed.
He wished for nothing, but a sense of purpose.
A path or direction to clarity, his utmost desire.
All things change at the spark of consciousness.
Was he to be stopped now?
For he began the journey of a thousand strides,
Hoping on every step for clarity to set in.
On his advance he wept,
For in as much as everything he wanted came near,
The incertitude of a man crept in.
About the Creator
Damian
My mind is a universe of its own and I'm going to tell you all about it's stories
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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This piece of writing was exceptional. I thoroughly enjoyed it
This was really emotional! A lot of people underestimate men's feeling but they don't know how wrong they are.