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Beneath the Veil of Darkness
Ive seen this word before So many times something like a cloud A dark cloud that never Ceases Sometimes it floats right in Suffocating the last strand of joy In this young being. Ive grown old and weary A thousand steps behind life In this wilderness Theres me and no one else Which brings me to these 8 letters SOLITUDE Not by choice as I choose to live Live by the substance Of my shadow creeping on the walls Without a whisper of LOVE Not the kind that takes your breath away For Ive watched my spirit burned From the very essence of its corousel A fake love That brings you to your knees. How many times have I seen The emptiness that fills the inside With common silence A saddening one The same one That tears me to asunder In this lingering darkness Ive watched the walls close in With the word - FRIENDLESS Written all over it The same word Ive grown into At the break of each sluggish day. Not that my core is weak By the very tramplings of it When this thing called HOPE Springs forth like light At the edge of this darkness Painfully cold As cold as the remembered years And of the lunar days of June.
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