The Innocent Guilt
Racked with guilt,
I seek my way.
Through the brightest night
And darkest day.
Through unending hoards
Of but one face,
To a site that exists,
Yet is no place.
I call to a friend
I do not know,
He does not speak,
But says ‘hello’.
We do not speak,
Yet talk for hours.
On the sunniest day,
That’s raining showers.
At last he leaves,
But doe...
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Crashing Waves Of Despair
you invoke turmoil in me.
crashing waves of despair,
just knowing you’re there.
Little boats pulled apart,
like my head and my heart.
You’re the wind and the rain,
and the cause of my pain. Thick fog circles my ship,
as my mind loses grip.
It envelopes me whole
and infects my soul.
Wet mist licks at my skin,
I try not to give in.
But the rain and the cold,
leave me battered and old...
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