Poem 10








the stars align
into a constellation sign
beneath which you were born
separated from your mother's womb
thrown into the world
to wander aimlessly
to walk the path that leads you
from your cradle to your tomb
in a hopeless search for answers
for a mantra that will guide you
through the discord of existence
but deep down you know that your desires are misguided
there is no salvation at the center of the sin
close your eyes and you will find it from within

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