Yearning
A yearning for more
To break away from a shell
To cast away chains
A hidden ember
Dare not be blown
An ember that is nurtured
A fire born from interest
Interest born from wants
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A fire that dies when left alone
Passion alone not enough to feed its flames
I grow my wings
Flying to a place i believe i belong
Flying to a place i feel i need
Wings torn from the spine
A lack of love
A lack of air
What am i left with
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Writer
Poet
Composer
Jester
When my mask cracks
It is replaced by a new one
I’ve forgotten what i want
A need to be seen
Decaying the mind of the host

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