Deep down inside

I feel a calling.

To whom,

for what,

I have yet to find the answer.

The pain of unknowing

what this calling is for

is like being poisoned,

slowly rotting to the core.

It is like being avoided

by the person that you love.

This calling is strong

its technique, unique

but i am lost to the thought

of what the calling is for.

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I like the poem very well written keep up the good work!