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A Life Unrepressed

Lighting surges through a war of 
disrespectful words, tears 
descending, wet.  In times of 
uncertainty, an unknown sadness 
is out of control, a smile, a gesture; 
or fear clings to a receptive body.  
Words may not bring rest or smiles, 
the soul deep within knows. 

There is no one that can unlock the 
heart, nothing that can be said or felt.  
Thoughts, do not reveal or conceal, 
disguise the lack of sympathy, place 
blame and criticize.  Alienate the 
voice, if only for one moment feel free.  
Fate, possession, strife, and life.

The genuine self, forced to obey, 
despite and un-regarded life blind 
to the hurt of others will embed hate
 eternally.  The knowledge of life fire 
and force, walking down a rough path; 
deep pain.  No spirit, hate has the 
power to control, nameless feelings 
that have conceded to a life unrepressed.
  
Speak and act so no one will know 
hidden damage floating down to the 
soul. The hidden self, inward strife and 
following demands; in return, a thousand 
nothings, all-miraculously give power.   
Hide in the depths of the soul; echo 
speaks of pain.  Lackluster eyes stare, 
glare, and the words unspoken deafening 
creating fear.  

A bolt of tones, frightening, is piercing 
ears. No feeling stirs, the heart laid plain, 
unaware of a life winding down, no 
meadows of flowers, no sun, no breeze, 
and the madness is elusive to all.  No 
feeling, no respite.  In quietness, the war 
of mocking words; the tears, the sadness. 
The thoughts of the sea, the crashing 
waves; soul and spirit sinking within its 
wet madness and always stay, stay, and 
stay.

Too late, love revealed itself in death, 
and the heart has nothing to say.  Living 
and moving in disguises, alien, until the 
end.  Life had nothing to possess, strife, 
identity.  Blind, uncertainty, life no fire or 
restlessness, a thirst for the mystery of it
 all, nameless feelings lived in vain.  The l
oss, the heart lay open for all to see, the 
hurt hidden twisted among the rubble of 
pain.  Yet, after all that, there is tomorrow.  


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