A question haunts me:
Seek the light or seek the respite offered by the darkness?
The light makes it stick close, within clawing grasp
The darkness simply provides it growth
With intensity, with a biting presence
Concealed, I feel it around
Not stalking like a shadow
My dilemma implicates jealousy
And necessitates envy
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
