The Search(For the one)

So many poems written out
only to find one true poem of mine
and rest in eternity.

So much of churning the tongue
only to speak those
first and last words of mine.

So many songs sung out
only to seek my one true melody.

So many verbs vomited
only to write words
untouched by Walt Whitman.

So much truth is out
only to be as frank as my neurons.

So much of hiding
only to reveal all in the end.

—Drunken Pen.

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