Loss of Life
Within the Loss of Aspiration
By Jack Nachtengel SatinPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Whole Hearted
T'was I
Born within the confines of a lot
My dreams of virtue meant for not
Nothing more than faint whisper
A life never ventured nor sought
This realm as I see it
Is a tragedy of the soul
A lost life for those unbeknownst
Abandoned, never whole
Were it me this heart would shine
were it me, this breath would console
The pains of those who lost resolve
Lay to rest
The eyes of those who have yet to feel whole
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About the Creator
Jack Nachtengel Satin
There is not much for me to say.
I am only recently trying to find my voice again and I decided to use this as my medium to share this voice.
I was a published poet at the age of 12-13. My work may be rough, but I will gain my bearing soon.
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