Problematic Poem by Daniel I Brown
Problematic
What is it that makes me cry?
The thing that makes me tick?
Where does all this emptiness come from?
Where does it exist?
Is it deep inside? Or right on top?
At the surface if I just would reach…
Could I end this pain? This confusion of self,
This relentless torture of mind…
When will I discover the secrets I seek?
The solution to my soul wrenching bind
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