Paradox of Content

The paradox of content confuses my intent,
Many ideas I could try & present,
As pride predicts meaningless conquest,
When all I want to do is rest,
Peaceful eternal slumber within a void,
Always created & never to be destroyed,
An unusual plan is implemented today,
Floating through air in a particular way,
To who will meet my arrival,
Transcending a view; my eyes of survival,
Sacrificial loss, a cost, & whispered lyrics,
Yesterday is now clenched in my fists,
Lies revealed with a subconscious told,
My pulse is borrowed & now it is sold.

Published by Daniel Feindt

Daniel Feindt currently lives in Bucks County PA, where he has written many poems and self-published various books... Currently Daniel also enjoys painting artwork with acrylics and works with web-design to share his work online... In 1999, Daniel was diagnosed with a mental illness, which has inspired him to learn how the mind works, as well as what it means to be human in this world... With the range of thoughts and emotions involved, he has aspired to present them in the best way possible for the reader...

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