One day I told myself
Would a journey suffice
For a soul to find its body
Amongst the torn roses
And black swamp creeping with lies?
I wonder aloud
Whether God will permit
The journey to find oneself
Within the darkest crevices
And the deepest trench?
I set aside a yellowing notebook
Written with all the lies that I heard
Amongst them a little note
Telling where to find myself
And yes I failed
For I read only the lies that I had.
::Syamil::
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