Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Decadence of the Soul


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Losing one’s memory
Kindred to loss of mind
No sense of awareness
Lost in a world of its own

Slowly withering away
With each passing day
Be there no recollections
Nor actions upon others

A changing of self – gone
Within memoirs of a past
Now jaded in fragile state
As everything fades away

A sad notion in reflection
As people may pass you by
Looking puzzled – confused
In wonder of whom they are

The weight one may carry
Obliterates all in its wake
Be there no peace of mind
Driving those around insane

In an undertow – drowning
As one so longs to resurface
No power, strength, nor will
Swallowing this ruthless pill

One might call upon sanity
In distraction of minds-sake
Nothing can satisfy the urge
A longing of profound peace

A calling unto every new day
As the sun shines – so lovely
Dreaming of carefree days
As you look out the window

«Un détenu peut être – seul
Dans une quête, qui détient sans fin
Qui est absorbé par ses pensées
Dans une vie, qui n'existe pas»

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