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A Poem by joshampls

I wrote it in the waiting section of a restuarant.

Keen to obscurity, keen in observation
Missed details, lacking detail.
A detail, a sigh, a breath, never nothing new.
Wonder what frees a soul, a body for sell.
Or a jail in hell, to darkness. facts are a few.

True bliss in a smile, enticing.
Surprising, the face brightens in distortion.
Shadow, clouds, and a storm. A face.
Calming and soothing, your face.
A spark, flickering, painful as ever.
Wishing, and waiting, a vessel, a canoe.
Embarking, the channel flows, veins pouring.
True bliss, in the lips, agony, or regret.

Wings, flocking, gathering to mourn.
The crows who feast, and the Ravens stare.
Fill up your emptiness with love or despair.
Value, nothing. nothing, will be there. Nothing will stay the same, nothing won't leave you, but nothing won't care.
Be elusive to yourself, and chase loneliness
Be inclusive to yourself, and never love.
To choose, or let fate be, to chose or let fate be. To be chosen and let your worries free.