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  May 2015 Red Bergan
Dark Jewel
What lies ahead,
*Is a future worth fighting for.
  May 2015 Red Bergan
Dark Jewel
His love is like a River,
Always flowing.

Always There.
I am not writing any poetry
Not a huff,
Not even a romantic mood,
I talked to a distress

Unto thee of say my friend:

The suffering of pain is more than a pain
Words of distress
No longer I can't say either

The story of that night
That is longer than a long night
That night, my love had died before the dawn

How do I tell thee

The suffering of love is unforgettable
Than the love you never achieved  
Middle of the night to about chest pain

When I could not bear it no longer
Then at late night I call a friend to awake
No longer I can't say either

My friend
O' my friend!
My dearest friend!

How do I tell thee
My soul grew dry that is more than a wither petals
No longer I can't say either

When the sudden stopped of time
I stood, Saw the closed distant door
No longer I can't say either

To be alone in everybody
Within a moment a known seems to be unknown
No longer I can't say either

The last thing to understand who she is constant
The story of the lost bright Star
No longer I can't say either

The door is closed
Maybe someone has locked
Alone, The sleepless nights of choking

One's that hard
Many pale faces in the crowd of strangers
Love is lost within too many hopes

How do I tell thee
No longer I can't say either
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  May 2015 Red Bergan
Dark Jewel
To do what I must,
I was expelled from home.
Am I happier?

I'm with the one I love,
Why wouldn't I be?

Am I learning to grow up?*
Suddenly so..
  May 2015 Red Bergan
Dark Jewel
So it goes,
Those eighteen years pass.
Being cursed.

I was thrown around,
Like a voodoo doll.
To the emotions that haunted me.

I was pricked,
By the painful needles of conflict.
Painted red by my own blood.

I was tossed away,
Like I meant nothing.
To those who held me upright.

It's a cursed path,
Living in fear.
Of the hell that awaits,
Behind the broken walls of eternity.

Even if life meant nothing.

Even as that doll,
I felt passion, love.
Though it was buried deep.
Until recently.

Naive little doll was I,
Wide-eyed and wandering.
Where should I go?
In this scrutiny?

Being cursed,
Is a ****** up thing.
So goes the thought of this one thing, "Where Do you go next?"
  May 2015 Red Bergan
Dark Jewel
When you look into my eyes of glass,
So clear and opaque.

What do you see?
Because I see nothing.
  May 2015 Red Bergan
Dark Jewel
Scratched at the surface,
Darkening stains.
*Be relieved by death.
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