I worship a stone
Imagining it to be the Ultimate
Figurine of compassion
And embodiment of feelings
Of one so far, and yet, near
Imagining someone
I know not
I burn with a wish
To arouse a response
Bowing with a prayer
Just to read
A critical review
Why?
I know not
Perhaps
There is none
Deeper in the quagmire
Of self doubt
Than me.
I indulged in wishful thinking
That when in my own company
I would excel
I would see the reason
For being spurned
By looking at a glowing, polished surface
Decoding my intellectual vomit
Yet I don't.
Others have lives
Schedules
Love
Family
Jobs
Order
And not my
Chaos
But yet...
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