The Final Post of a Beaten, Weary Messenger

Damn poetry.
Damn striving, inadequately, to relate enough to inspire.
Damn vain attempts to leave traces of truth.
Damn daily personal failures that fuel my musings.

The delving into uncharted, unforgiving waters with hopes of revealing new discoveries,
the bruises,
the suffocation,
the countless near-deaths;
the narcotization of discovery
OUTWEIGHS
the reverence deemed for such a poet.

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So damn poetry.

Damn this blog.

I quit.