My memory flutters like the wings of a dragonfly hovering over a millpond,Īnd I’m conscious of losing the voices that are asking me toĪs the end to my path beckons, I wonder if it could be just one step or more? There was always time aplenty, but feel how it rips through my hands. Where once my eyes saw beauty now only ugliness stands. To give voices to the souls that are praying to respond. I cannot believe in magic, but I need a magic wand, The path I once thought clear is nothing but obscure. The world is so full of suffering for which I have no cure, Only my agonising madness is left untroubled to stand.Įscape is but honest fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond.Įxcept to a silent grave with no means to respond. The pain that did grieve me now walks closer to hand. The graves where silent voices are screaming to respond. My mind is at the doorway that will take me beyond, Now all my battles have been fought, and all my thoughts have died. It’s in the darkness of the shadows where I wish to hide.
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