To Exist

Poetry

A glimpse into eternity

lapsing, lyrically

without the confines of time or space,

through the void that is no true void,

humbling a soul like mine.

I did seek the awnsers,

yearning for meaning.

But what is meaning,

when you realize,

when you face that which will endure

through all the ages,

and take you along with it,

in love.

It is,

I think,

enough,

to just be.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

henryWhite

For the scholarship.

henryWhite

This is my poem for the scholarship contest.

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