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 Aug 2014
Tony Oquendo
All around me, darkness
I’m feeling so enclosed
emptiness and silence
feelings left exposed

A softly spoken whisper
my inner voice protests
There must be more to life
Then this lonely emptiness
 Aug 2014
Tony Oquendo
Heavy the weight that one must carry when things start to come apart,

Emotions unbound a soul in sorrow the burdens of a troubled heart;

I will be your friend and while your heart mends I will share in your joys and sorrow,

And wait for that day when you finally say, things will be better tomorrow.
 Aug 2014
Tony Oquendo
I took your hand and held your pain
close to my heart whispered your name
and shared your joy while all the while
consoling the sorrow behind your smile
A reflection on true friends who don't need to comment, criticize or judge.  Who will laugh while you laugh and all the while hold close your pain and never let you go.
 Aug 2014
Tony Oquendo
When the burdens of the world have all come crashing down,
when there's no one left to hold no comfort to be found;
when daylight seems a blur and the only peace is dark,
I'll leave you to your metaphors and pierce my breaking heart
 Aug 2014
Tony Oquendo
A soul full of jealousy,
a heart full of pride,
I struggle to keep my demons inside
 
My mind is corrupted,
my anger unleashed
my path is unclear as I change my stride
  
Relentless anguish,
unbearable pain,
a place I know all to well,
Heaven help me, for I have fallen,
I'm stuck on the wrong side of hell
 Aug 2014
Tony Oquendo
Despair a place of solace, disillusion a state of being,
when emptiness routes the soul forbidding any dreams.
You try to smile your placid smile with untold torment tearing you apart inside.  Was it seen?  Could they know?  Have they discovered the secret you try to hide?

Ignorance is bliss and in ignorance those around us live their lives blissfully, but pain is bitter sweet and consumes us frivolously.

And someday it will all end.

Amen
 Aug 2014
Tony Oquendo
For every day with a bright sun and a clear sky there seems to be a gloom reserved just for me.  In this familiar darkness I see all too well the demons within and without.

And so I wander through every day with a clouded mind as if in a maze
and every night reciting a prayer to mother pain and father torment.

— The End —