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 May 2015 Darvay
Dallas jozwick
Shame,
Its all I ever really knew
with my hands covered in sweat
trying to fill the void at 3 am
my palms wet

Give me more synthetic euphoria
injected by another nameless
Only I lie
it never was the *** that kept me high
it was escaping reality
that kept me sane

Until I lost sight
of my feet planted
I rose into the sky
came out of my frame
and broke apart

Seeing all the evil
being swept up
as I left
No more agony
as I died
This imminent death

Shame
was all I ever really knew
in my days alive
So death
Stopped the tidal waves
It halt the suffering
in wandering eyes
in surrounding voices

Once I was gone
the sickness became buried
with my hue covered grave
I wasn’t meant
for one beating heart
To keep me here  

It never would of stopped
this pain,
this shame was drowning me
from the start of dawn
to the death of light
 May 2015 Darvay
A A Bernier
Sightless I see, within my mind
An ocean of timeless horizons
A tranquil night, this endless dream
the realm my being resides in

A scattered thought from a shattered light
spreads out and takes hold inside me
An echoed sound from a stream of silence
Clings on with a hidden binding

A well so deep, a depth so dark
A thousand memories to overcome
And yet this sound, a song renewed
Emerges saying, "What's done is done."

What has been lost, while yet not found
may be restored in days unknown
The empty vessel, the broken bond
Can mend in time - but not alone

The night, while dark, must still secede
And though it may grow long,
I wait in hope your light will come
So I may see the dawn.
This was in fact one of the first poems I ever wrote. It helped me to discover the passion I have for writing and although I only do it sparingly it has become one of my favorite pastimes.

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