Alliterate Existentialism

Everlasting existentialism,

 

Ebbing the already ephemeral

everglades of confidence or assurance,
 

Eager to erode the ease of an evening

or the sparkle of an eye.

 

The echo of earlier expectationas it

ekes by your now enormous frame of doubt.

 

Existing,

even when your emaciated soul

entreats clemency. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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