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Back I find myself.
The fathoms are not as deep.
But they are there.
Fear of loneliness: my friend.
Where is the comfort from recognition?
And my soul again lay bare.
At least I smile this time.
Hope has cushioned my stay.
And I ask Love: Do I dare?
Am I callous, kind, vile?
Which faith possess me?
And has history left me scared?
Anxiety is good-bye.
As it is day one.
What I cannot see
By your sun
Terrifies me.
Why must I wonder of you?
Is it why I'm here?
To breath the life of fear?
Deprive my mind of sleep.
I lied, the fathoms run to deep.
I must loose this feeling
My mind is reeling.
Insanity stealing
Me away.
STOP! Finally I breath.
Comfort comes but slowly.
Tears take their leave.
Please thought and reason speak to me.
The long and lost and departed things.
With narrow roads on big decisions.
And in the early morning sunrise
When the dogs forget their masters.
Traffic unheard
And the bird who sings his silence.
Lost in the mist and
Fate untwists.
Then the waking world becomes again.
Slumber breaks its hold
And slowly I rise.
Day one has gone bye.
What reality will I see?
I ask the mirror what's to be:
I wish there was more then just one choice.
For now you sit and wait.
Your thoughts are but a whisper
Behind the winds of her voice.
And the winds titter
For they know my soul.
The winds tarry
For they know my heart.
The winds tether my puppet life,
And I've weathered the storm that has become my rife.
I count the blades as they circle,
Round and round and round.
My glass is empty
But I'm too tired to fill it.
The air is heavy and even strangers are welcome.
But nothing, nothing, nothing.
Silence is a gilded word.
It stabs at me with every slice of time,
And time has become momentous.
But I am older then I should be.
What a strange bedfellow,
Another year past.
Nothings changed with the exception of everything else.
I don't want this.
Why bother.
Nobody will notice.
I watch the blades again.
If I concentrate I can see just one,
Repeating its course stuck to a force
It cannot control.
But I don't believe in fate.
Just circling
Round and round and round.
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