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Can't see for the dark,
eyes open yet careening
looking for a point
to call as an anchor.
Pulse hammers searching,
air one can't claim
or thrive on when inhaled
Poisoned with thoughts
of what could have been.
Thirst so deep,
wells of water only
reminders of sorrow that cannot infuse
spirit into cells
dry from faithlessness.
A heart closed
A mind tired
A soul waiting for
resonance.
photo credit : www.freedigitalphotos.net; Image "Storm Clouds" courtesy antpkr
Can't see for the dark,
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| www.freedigital.photos.net; Storm Clouds by antpkr |
looking for a point
to call as an anchor.
Pulse hammers searching,
air one can't claim
or thrive on when inhaled
Poisoned with thoughts
of what could have been.
Thirst so deep,
wells of water only
reminders of sorrow that cannot infuse
spirit into cells
dry from faithlessness.
A heart closed
A mind tired
A soul waiting for
resonance.
photo credit : www.freedigitalphotos.net; Image "Storm Clouds" courtesy antpkr
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