Poetry by Dylan O'Mahoney
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Adolesence
Stumble in the darkness of life abyss
Do you owe me a light
Would you burn your fingers
To illuminate a path where I would not tread
I owe you nothing
A Voice, A Voice unsure and lying
Throbs like a funeral procession
Tells me nothing, Ha how could it
For as a race we know nothing
Questions unborn bleed in my brain
Formless, for I have not the understanding
To even guess at their concepts
Just the empty feeling of blackness
To remind me of existance, ignorance
I still smile as always the fool
