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Darkness looms, even in the stariest of night. 
Fears come forth attacking those with sight.
You hinder, you holler, but no one can see, what my minds eye is trying to tell me.

I myself cannot, place a finger hold.
I myself cannot, hear what is told.
I myself cannot, be ever so bold.

With shaking hands, and knotted gut,
Thoughts litter the soul, for what?
 
Anxieties fester, emotions run high,
Dreams or visions flying by.
What is truth, neigh it false?
Be it death or with a pulse.

Aromas, auditory signs come with;
having sight, not always a gift. 
When one cannot gather what's meant to be.
Why was sight given to me?

The dead come, memories they share.
Of people I don't know, raping my mind bare.
Messages, colors, gems or smells.
Reminders that not all is well.

Nor Gods, nor demons, we understand.
Nor Angels, nor the power of the common man.

Nor past, nor future shall bestow.
Her eyes show only transverse modes. 

To feel others pains, to share in their sorrows.
Makes life unbearable at times, to search for brighter 'morrows. 

To keep the secrets from prying ears.
Acting normal for many years.
To bear the fruit of others labors.
Wish upon wishes, thankless favors.

"Turn to your tarot cards" my horoscope did say.
I have yet to do so, till this day.
May it be because of fear.
May it be because I don't want to hear; what spirit may speak.
May it be because I don't want to seem weak.
Black magic, 
Voodoo dolls, 
Fortune tellers,
See'ers of all.

Shall I choose to open the cards?
Being sure to take safeguards. 
Only seek the light and love. 
Only seek the information from above. 

It is odd when a spirit takes hold.
As though you're not listening to what's being told. 
Your body reacts in so many different ways. 
JUST TELL ME ALREADY, my minds ablaze.
When unable to tell if good or bad.
Sensations have been known to drive people mad.
What ever it was has since returned.
This story is what's happening, pages turned. 
Colors and whispers, they unfold.
There is something unfortold.
BUT WHAT? PLEASE JUST TELL ME?
OR OTHERWISE, PLEASE JUST LET ME BE.
~mp (copyright protected)
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