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Bemused
Where did it start?
When
will it end?
Seemingly
difficult to comprehend
Silence
now reigns
Endless
days – countless nights
An
internal battle fought with might
Simply
ponder on this notion
Of
which may be right
Yet,
still at every mishap
Deem
to discern this plight
Be
there no rhyme, nor reason
Tis´
just another season
As
trials – tribulations
Come
and go at every turn
One
may debate – dictate
All
these trials and errors
As
the darkness consumes
Eating
away at the core
Drowning
in this vast abyss
Confusion
– Delusions
May
befall trying times
Even
on a daily struggle
Dare
to rise to occasion
Through
the decadence
Of
yet another year at loss
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2 comments:
That was then. We are in the here and now. Let's hope for clear sailing on a call sea.
Your poem is magnificent.
Thank you Michael, always a pleasure to see you comment =)
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