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The Search (Other) by OneFingerAnswer

The search never reaches its goal. The soul, never filled, never whole, Plugging one gap only to seal another, Always one piece short, you seach forever, Until the day you reach your end, Until the the day you transend, All to feed a geedy soul, All to fill a gaping hole, Crushing and collapsing, Never breaking, never relaxing, Sucking vacuum, empty void, To enter is to be destoyed, Always wanting, never full, Never relaxing the relentless pull.

Zoe 5-Dec-05/8:06 AM
I like the repetition here, but perhaps you need to break the form - maybe write it in blank verse instead to keep a restraint as the rhymes sound a bit ding-dong if you know what I mean?




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