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Last Lament
by
Sara Rarick
Am I seeing the truth, and what people keep covered up from the masses,
or am I just not sane enough to understand reality?
This is my last lament.
Watch me change my identity right before your eyes.
Guess who I am now, lucky you, win a prize.
This existence just doesn't make sense.
Am I too lost in myself, too lost in some one else,
to be productive and understand what life is?
Nothing seems real, even when I have it all,
it's never enough.
What is it that is always missing?
Is it truth, is it a soul, is it something lost deep within?
Either way, it doesn't matter.
It's been too long, it's too hopeless.
Whatever it is, it won't be found now.
It's been gone a long while, I don't think it wants to be found.
This is my last lament.
I can't wallow in my sorrows of what I don't have any longer.
I know what I want, I know what I need.
But it's too good, too perfect, too beautiful,
for a falling fool like me.
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