I walk with shadows on my back,
Down a Boulevard of dreams that crack.
Hearts resilient'neath thousand splendid suns,
Yet I shatter all, when my journey's begun.
Anticipating into the unknown, I stride,
Embracing antipathy, I hide.
Turning cold, my warmth fades away,
Far from kindness, in the darkness I sway.
Close to my bosom, yet distant I roam,
In the eyes of a cyclone, I find my home.
A catastrophe, yet empathy within,
In my poetry, my essence, I begin.
Dire, eccentric and ferocious in my stance.
Indispensable yet obsolete in this dance.
Insignificance, a theme I proclaim.
A distorted image, in the guise of a name.
A nuance of casualty in every line,
A mirage in the desert , obscure and fine.
In this Labyrinth of life I find my role,
In the depths of my soul, I find my console.
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