a collection of various snippets of poetry of dubious quality, as written by the dog

[RainIsABirb]

".. I wander, longer, I toil and try,
Long for life to come soon, pass me by,
Like an old friend found so suddenly;
Hi. Why? I missed you. And, goodbye."

'Tandava has done it again," they must be saying about me.
"She's gone and done it again."

All events in my past have circled back to account for zero.
I am still the same afraid child I have always been, still selfish
and ignorant to the deeper meanings of the world I inherited.

I have exposed myself to a thing that will inevitably shatter me
... again.

In doing so I have learned something: that, as I am, I confound
all definition of what I believe myself to be, and surely confuse
all definition of what others believed myself to have been.

The Visionary asked the Demon a question, I remember: 
"Is it that you crave for a storm so endless,
it consumes the light in you?"

I have long lost my muse, replaced by a hall of broken mirrors.
I am a narcissist and a coward. What self-disrespecting wretch

wouldn't?