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Blinded Sun
The sun dissolves until
there is not light left,
all the warmth dissipates,
something cold settles in,
there is no guiding force
to reach out for and touch
with wanting fingertips.
A pain of uncertainty
presides, when doubts
seem to grow there is
no where left to turn,
just pulsating darkness
abound.
Tears of silence cried
deep inside, searching
in wonder for something
once believe to be there,
the soul attempts to recover,
feeling eternally lost.
The sun blinded closes
its eye, even the moon
seems to turn away, so
lost and lonely, a scream
never voiced covers the
miles.
Trying not to give into
the call of despair, but
it all seems for naught,
a devotion held that
appears to pass unreturned,
an attempt to keep living.
Some things seem destined
to be, acceptance difficult
to find when what feels so
right begins to go so wrong.
8:51 PM - 3/15/2006 -
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