Paul's [poetry] Corner

The longer time I spend alone
the larger the cave of my thinking becomes
Loneliness expands.
The tendrils of my thinking extend beyond reason
exploring the hidden
discovering the obvious
and all the while growing larger and darker and more
cavernous with each moment left alone

in the dark my voice echos off unknown and unseen surfaces
thrown back at me in a guise oft unspoken
oft not listened to

Thats the thing, the longer you stand alone
the more you discover there is to discover
the longer you wander
the deeper you will find yourself going
and eventually you come face to face
with yourself

but do not be fooled
for like the rings in an onion (and the tears they bring)
or the rings that denote the life of a giant oak
so to the self that you meet
is but one peeling of who you are

the further you step within this unkown infinite space
the more layers you may discover to peel away
and the more intimately you may come
to understand your own self

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