Transience (Part 2)

I do not fear the dark days ahead
Nor the arduous journey from my past
I count the countless souls of unrest
I am once removed from the dead
My so-called triumphs
dwarfed by unforgiving blight
I am trapped by the flowers of duty
I am haunted by shadowless nights
And so my clash of morals wait
Linger upon my soul every tomorrow
I cannot deliver myself my freedom
I am the unremembered saint of sorrow.

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In self-reflection; I can honestly say all that is good in my life has been a direct result of my artistic expression. Be it through writing poetry, prose, or philosophy, through painting or photography, or through filmmaking, art saved my life and it can save yours.
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