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Sea of Sorrow
How it always seems to come to this,
standing upon the edge of the bridge,
looking down into the dark swirl of
the twilight seas.
A contemplation of things to come,
a torrent inside to match the steep
swells of waves, capped in white with
cool spray which calls my name.
Tempting to just wash away,
and allow all pain to be stifled out,
let a calmness of the storm pass,
and just close my eyes to sleep
forever.
But somehow we hold on, blanched
knuckles grip tight to the railing,
holding steady, for some faint hope,
as faint yet powerful as the dash of
silver moonlight.
A silent prayer like a fairy wish,
that seems somehow meaningless
holds a mystic power that is not be
denied.
Tears only had to the saltiness
below, disappearing to join the rest,
no longer distinguishable, at least
having some sense of belonging,
against one lone figure.
Making you a part of something,
droplets of your soul now transcended
into the vastness of something more,
yet somehow that offers little comfort,
only a numb serenity.
11:26 PM - 3/15/2006 -
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