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 Oct 25 Aria
Simeon
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              /              \
            /  Locked tight  \
        /  upon the earth, \
        |    a lid sealed firm, |
        |  to hide the birth of  |
        |  what we seek and fear, |
        |  all buried deep, too  |
        |  close, too near.        |
        | Curiosity breaks the seal,|
        | whispers rise, dark truths |
        | revealed, shadows crawl, |
        \ through the crack, /
          \  they escape them all.  /
          | From every grief, to    |
          | every pain, out they    |
          | surge like heavy rain.  |
          | Yet, deep within, there |
          | lies a glow, the last  |
          | of things we may not    |
          | know. When all seems    |
            \ lost, so faint, so slight,/
              \ Hope, a flicker, a    /
                \  final light.    /
 Oct 25 Aria
SleepEasy
It's getting old
The same story told
Same heart every day
Fighting the void
I tried to be perfect
To have a clean soul
But then I got cold
And lit it like coal

The fire burns bright
And lights up my eyes
I cannot tell
Am I in hell?

I'm fighting back urges
And mental diseases
I have very few things
that survived the purges
My bible has creases
I smacked my head with it
I wanted a new lease
So I burned all my bridges

The fire keeps burning
Devouring and spreading
I cannot tell
Is this hell?

The days are now shorter
I'm waking up later
The sun races off
But I am moving forward
No longer picking up pieces
Of missed opportunities
Tomorrow will be different
Life will get better
 Oct 25 Aria
charles
sunday snow,

incompleted,

i smell previous meals beneath it,

but I'm not complete,

an art that is flourished,

some words that unburden,

but forget the cost.

— The End —