Poetry / Unfound

I seek not love for its embrace, but to bury hurt and anger within its thin facade.

I seek not death, for I’ll only die alone and I have lost.

I seek not life, for it provides anger, sorrow and strife.

I only seek comfort, to release the dogs of war within into oblivion.

I seek you my maker, to undo the mistakes I have made.

I seek sleep and its dice, to roll the gears of joy or despair in its blanket of illusions.

I seek answers, to unknown questions in a desert of water.

I seek…....

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