Digital drawing, poetry

Questions of the heart.

What is the vanity of my own pain,

when it is nothing of my literal skin.

When does my sacrificial suffering does end,

where it stemmed nowhere near where my happiness was.

Then how is this possible,

that its not where it was,

it is when I need to give happiness a chance

to make my life worthwhile and at least,

be its own answer.

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

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