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Raven's Place of Nowhere
*I entered this Poem in ~Constance~A Rambling Poet's Contest "Among The Dead" I write from this place of nowhere This darkened haunt of deep despair Even a Raven's darkened shade is brighter Than the mood that has set upon this lair... There are no words to cheer me. I look to find a glimmer... An enlightened shadow of what once was me But alas that ghost eludes and finds me not Preferring a labyrinth of happiness, its maze To the life's webs that now encase me. I cannot scale these vertical walls This darkened fortress that surrounds me And so I dive to ever deeper depths In this ocean of sadness that seeks to drown me. No tears can fall from drought-filled eyes Desert rain has not come bidden Blood cannot spill from pain-filled thoughts No apparent wounds to need not be hidden. A creek of fear and anguish Feeds into my river of lonely despair These tides serve to further drown me In heavier waters with no apparent air. These words are all I have left within me To feed what's left of this withered shell I have been exiled to this lonely oasis My last hope for water in this, my empty well. (January 23, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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