Definition

Let these words set me free—and sever

The bonds of human emotion I am stuck

Within—I fit tightly within this box

Of unfeasible expectations I’ve wrote.

Life may exist for no other reason

Than to allow the search for happiness—

And since my soul is not enraptured

By a heavenly joy that consumes

The entirety of my being, I must

Leave the place I call home

To relearn what it means to be alive.

Because the days seem to blend together,

And passion is constantly amiss—

I’m on the cusps of constant contentment.

I will abandon all I’ve held dear,

To empty my heart of vacuous thoughts.

I will pack the treasures and tokens

I have collected into my suitcase,

In order to bottle the essence of human life.

I seek forgiveness for myself—to disregard

The flaws of my physical form and bury

The hate that I have never been able to shake—

To accept the weakness I possess and move forward

With a clear vision and empty horizon.

I seek appreciation for all I have been given

And to rid myself of my innately selfish desire.

I want to find a definitive purpose for my life

And a definition of love which I may withhold

For the remainder of my life. 

     DannYetman

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