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Mark Grech Mar 2016
We search for that place beyond the pine
Where seasons grow
Where we unwind

A place of bliss
A resting mind
Happiness
Dreams, unconfined

Oh steadfast pace
My warm embrace
Here at last
Safe

Elapsing time...
This can't be right
Fading smile
Out of sight.
Mark Grech Mar 2016
I See that you have found me,
hiding in plain sight
oh bitter taste of uncertainty
burning through the night

I See that you have found me,
rattling in my head
casting shadows
rippling over words unsaid

I See you now,
looking down so potently
your intent like daggers
penetrating effortlessly

I See clearly now,
my eyes open wide
ambition raging
fueled by pride

My skin thick,
my voice in uproar
for what you now see
is uncertain no more.

— The End —