Awake again amidst a fear,
The fear of finding nothing changed.
No song, no life, no heart to hear
The cries of distant longings waged.
The time, the place, the self, is wrong.
In lies we tell to silence fright,
We hide, we sigh, we find how long
To wait until next morning's light.
Be gone the thoughts of bold resisting,
Embrace the plague of stale existing.
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A Collection of Poetry (For You)
Poetry"Poetry" collection poems, songs, phrases, etc A bit of my heart and soul in every phrase, stanza, line.
