Elegy IX

I often wonder what passes through your wandering mind. 

May God help me appease my lonely pondering mind. 


For what lies hidden beneath  your surface so well. 

This be the prison of my foolishly squandering mind. 


Generations of life unwillingly blinded by your curious pride. 

And you the master ventriloquist of my maundering mind.


Where will you go when fate itself is ending?

The looming question that roams within my doddering mind. 


In this I hope you find your treasured peace. 

May death be the captor of my bewildering mind. 


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