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Dying
Today I have suffered
more than yesterday; I observe,
terrified of what lies along my path, my way--
My knees are weaker and my burdens heavier
Tell me dear reader, what awaits us, if not disaster !
My forelock deepens--darkens--
As i have stayed long in the dark, so it harkens,
As for the shadows casted
on the wall in the cave; How shall I, my soul, "save" ?
I am now too soft-- softened by tolerance--
Oh friend, do you have a little glue to borrow?
Compassion, sympathy, prayer, love, sorrow?
Cause sooner or later, I am bound to break,
The angel of death, my soul will take.
more than yesterday; I observe,
terrified of what lies along my path, my way--
My knees are weaker and my burdens heavier
Tell me dear reader, what awaits us, if not disaster !
My forelock deepens--darkens--
As i have stayed long in the dark, so it harkens,
As for the shadows casted
on the wall in the cave; How shall I, my soul, "save" ?
I am now too soft-- softened by tolerance--
Oh friend, do you have a little glue to borrow?
Compassion, sympathy, prayer, love, sorrow?
Cause sooner or later, I am bound to break,
The angel of death, my soul will take.
Published 20th Dec 2013
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- Edited 9th Nov 2018 2:45pm
20th Dec 2013 2:15am
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A little glue to patch a few things up, but must be stitched & compensated for ..before my spine give away and crumble into the finest grains of time ..the old and new.. the morbid and holy..all the between Un(s) .Oh goodness my Wanderer, you caught me rambling love. Which puts me in a position to leave it ink, must write it out. This spark me inner wards, as always.
