Poetry

Unsettled (The Dabbling Artist)

The need to call something
“my own”
To display an undeniable
uniqueness
through some means
leads to perpetual unease
A fire burning unabated
Even the gods are compelled to
make
but fate has made me a
wanderer
unable to settle on one
method of expression
First here,
then there
Never finishing

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