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Jan May 2020
I have to reach this end
Yet unsatisfied I am
The unfinished story
The unclear chapter
To what end is this about
An open ending in the end
Would the goodbyes be bid
Or would you leave with no trace
To what end? I ask?
Answer me in clear language
For clearance of it all
To finally find peace
And live this accursed life
Jan Apr 2020
I came up of words from the deepest hole of my mind
Only to notice that these words was not meant for anything
I created phrases from the light spotted from my emptiness
Only to notice I make the most senseless sentence
I made the most diverse stories out of nothing special
And to me these stories were astounding than they look
I experienced the most priceless and life-threatening travels
Yet I never left the place where everything took place
I conquered countless inconceivable demons
Yet my battles with them was never to the point of end
I saw an infinite amount of succubus as I continue
Only to realize I was never interested in their bargains
I flew around the vast universe continuously
Still I never saw where I would belong the best
I made a thousand life-defining decisions
Then why can’t I see the meaning of my life
I received an infinite amount of blessings
Then I realize who am I to deserve this grace
In the end I have created a number of poems
Yet this doesn’t seem to deserving of a title
I guess I am not that of an effective writer after all
  Apr 2020 Jan
Ryan O'Leary
I See no evil because I am in lockdown'

I hear no evil because I am social distancing.

I  speak no evil because I am wearing a mask.
Jan Apr 2020
Sir, the demon is a friend of mine that came right through my face an interviewed me about my deepest thoughts. It is the one that shouts in trembling manner that makes me shake from reality to realize that I can no longer escape my decisions. The demon is the one that smile at me reminding mo of the mistakes I have done and mistakes that I should have done for those mistakes were the true lessons in life. The demon is what push me to do things that I would regret later but laugh at it when I grow older. It is the one that showed me to this being that dragged me to my own version of hell. In short and simple terms, sir I am that demon myself.

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