Life’s Questions
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A Poem on Feeling Empty: Fading Supernova
I long for comfort perhaps an early grave. I burned my dreams for warmth only cold ashes remain. This hollow ache drifts on never fully belonging, never truly named. My soul, a fading supernova of wasted potential and lingering shame. Continue reading
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A poem on purpose: The Beliefs of a Fallen Leaf
Does the fallen leaf believe itself abandoned, or rest in quiet knowing of its destined descent? Does it dream of heights once held, or trust in sacred purpose,a divination whispered faintly by the wind? Continue reading
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A Poem on Existence: My Atoms at War
My atoms do not belong together. They push, pull, and break— all my cells divided, existence being the topic of late. Neurons still fire, out of contempt or even spite. They make all thoughts eerie, restless echoes in this drifting mind. We are all made of… Continue reading
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Poem – The Waiting for Nothing
As the clock slowly ticks, My sanity slips, Never knowing what to do. Like I’m just waiting For death’s final kiss. Being bored is how they phrase it, But I’m trapped in this endless spin. There are many things I could do, Yet I can’t break… Continue reading
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Poem – Burning Bridges
As I watch the embers Of the bridges I burned, I try to think Of the lessons learned. And how much longer can I travel, Since I already feel spent My energy is wasting, Is my road coming to an end The horizon holds its secret,… Continue reading
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Poem – Timeless Embrace
You don’t have to build a legacy Or leave your mark on this place. Though it feels unsettling, You too will be forgotten, Your whole existence simply erased. Sooner than later, No one will remember Your charming face Or the insufferable challenges You conquered every day.… Continue reading
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Poem – Whispers of Mortality
My body feels weak, Perhaps I’m no longer young, Closing in on three decades now, Yet supposedly, life has only begun. Every day, I feel a small ache, Nothing too heavy, yet it gets in my way, Like a relentless companion, A new ailment greets every… Continue reading
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Poem Voice-Over – A reading of Cosmic Grace
Here’s a reading I did of my poem “Cosmic Grace”. As I gazed at the stars one night, a thought suddenly struck me: What if they were looking back at me? I began to wonder what they made of my life, or of our lives in… Continue reading
James Gale 