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Potent Idleness
My lost tender heart broken, overwhelming. What will I do now? How will I go on? Did she ever really love me? Why do these same questions keep coming back? Destiny enfolds as remorseful memories abound, Taking me deeper into myself, Until I cannot be touched, Until I cannot be hurt any longer. The pain, the pain, so much pain. When will it end, When will it go away? More questions waiting to be answered. But answers naught console. There are no answers, There are no questions, Life succeeds to internal bliss. No more pain, no more hurt, No more life as once known, Harmony within dwells, Ecstasy pays homage to my soul, At last I cannot be hurt, No one can touch me, not even her. I am safe, but I am no longer, For she has taken the very life from me, Crushed it without touching it, As if by silken foot, upon muses of my life. Never to be reborn, dissolved in a sea of despair. Sinking into depths of the ocean, Where naught may tread. Too much to ask for words that would free mine spirit, Words she had spoke many times before, Simple words that would set me free, to be reborn. Alas, further into eternal darkness, whence I came, For I am nothing without her, potent idleness abounds.
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