Poems
August 4, 2026
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There is rain.
There are forests.
There is a path that leads to salvation.
To purpose.
I scream to the Gods - help me.
Noone answered.
I pledged myself to my oaths.
But they didn't satisfy me.
I am a weak men - I told the trees.
Trying to keep moving forward, by having purpose, by following words of meaning.
By lying to myself, pushing, pushing, feeling lazy...
I wish I was that men.
I wish I was that hero.