Quintessence Of Dust

Perhaps I am a wretch

Perhaps I am a god

Perhaps I am an optimist beneath this grim facade

Or maybe my identity

Lies leagues beneath the sea

Amid the Stygian darkness, where sunken valleys be

Perhaps I am a songbird

Perhaps I am a seed

And maybe what defines me is my weakness and my need


No matter who I am

Thirty thousand years from here

This heartbreak hurts, and I cannot contain it within any sphere.


A/n: This poem literally started as a shower thought. Just kinda grew from there.

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