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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Poem 96: Completed

There is STILL, in a once noisy place
that echoes in my soul
it makes a spot I once held pain
seems empty to behold

There is SILENCE in the hand of now
which captures me from sound
It holds me in the strength of time
no burden weighs me down

There is PEACE beyond these branded walls
that makes me hesitate
It begs my answer "what is next?"
but future hides its face.

So lonely now, where crowds once stood
I bend into the wind
and let it carry me away
past gone, new life begins

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