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JC Nov 2014
A feeling of cold.
Why do I feel this way?
Surrounded by friends;
but so alone.
With the moon comes the frost,
however warm I may be.
Why, Why, Why do I feel so empty?
When will I be full?
When will I be whole?
Where am I going?
When will I see?
See though the Black?
The Gray? The Cold?
Why do I choose this path?
hidden in plain sight;
A mask with a smile.
But in darkness behind, to feel alone.
Am I really adrift? On a sea of despair?
Will I find my port? Will the seas calm?
Will the skies clear? Or shall I remain
Floating alone. Adrift.
With my own thoughts
Fears, Insecurities, Neurosis, and Emotions
I am FINE.
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JC Nov 2014
What shines in darkness like a hopeful light.
Who brings an end to a tunnel so long.
A never ending mire so deep and thick
Who's tendrils snag, snarl, deceit and creep.
The Mind, the Body, all obscured by smoke.

But yet a light appear here in the moor,
A friend who's beckon calls to you once more.
Come now from this land in a warm embrace
With words so welcoming to you, a call
that wraps you tight and warms your every bone.

So call out to your friends, your words can help.
For words alone do help them such as light,
to show you care and lead them home with love;
a path cut through the reeds, and weeds, and mud
Which leads them out and back into the fold.
Iambic pentameters are hard initially.. I promise I'll get better
JC Nov 2014
I sing, I laugh, I dance, I joke
And live along with you.
I jump, I smile
I'm full of life,
However I am not.

A daze, a blur,
A humming buzz,
and a reoccurring thought;
I may seem, outwardly, all of these,
However I am not.

A loss of life,
In shadowed night,
Though, restored by morn' anew.
The mask I wear smiles back at you
However I am not.

Alone I feel,
Come the moon.
Disregarded by my peers.
Aside of life in the wings
However I am not.

Though black seems night,
It precedes the day.
A hope to which I cling.
There are those who cannot overcome,
*However I am Not

— The End —