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