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Friday, December 6, 2013

Longing for Light of the Day



In a sleepless night,
My imagination took me to a Stygian dungeon
Alone I sit and trepidation has squeezed my heart
Leaning elbows on the knees, 
Covering the face with my hands,
I wished to stop moving in the maze of wandering thoughts
But mind,
That can not cease to think,
Has snatched my hope
I scream,
But realize I can't be heard
I should not pine for light of the day
For I'll not see it
I close my eyes,
Knowing that, 
It's death waiting with its gloom

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