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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Heed my sad tale Where echoes strain; Seek a lost heart, What love avails; Stumble through pain, Dare motive start. Time matters not, Space feels surreal A journey far, Sad grief weaves plot; Here wind and gale, Ply beyond par. Deep beyond earth, Where terror hurls; Despair lies deep, Death buries birth; A nightmare world Where guilt robs sleep. Place beyond place, Time beyond time, Lost in the depths; Space within space, Chime within chime, Lost beyond breath! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pain and despair, Guilt and regret; Loss beyond urge, Terror that bares; Cold burdens fret, Burn, surge and purge. Dark blackness mars, Lost beyond gleam; Dark despair wrought, Nightmares stretch far; Terror floods dream Where light is naught. A realm of pain Where no light streams; Despair mocks sense, Grip of vain stain; Lost beyond dreams, No sense of tense. Confusion sums Echoes of pain No one can reach; Replays outcome, Blame beyond gain In senseless pitch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ See what makes sense, What fashions feel; Sense what you see Beyond mere tense; What spurs sure will To know and be. Glimpse a known path, What light that falls; Path beyond glimpse, Knowing brings stuff; What you recall, In precious themes. Each to a dawn In sunlit hours; A hint that sums A solemn morn; Both yours and ours: What dreams may come. Leon Enriquez 22 August 2014 Singapore
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