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Like a dispirited spectator watch his favorite team, in a long losing streak; He sits quietly, on the cold wooden floor, staring at the ceiling, with a belly full of shame, guilt, and pain. His mind is running fast and furious, with hard core life questions. He is on hells wheels, with no destination, in sight.   How do I go from here?   The void of hopelessness.     What went wrong? Why, why, why me?   A whirlwind of;   Incurable disease,   lack, dark secrets,   death of a love one,   rejection, unpaid bills,   divorce, loneliness, ...     O' the night season, is long   How I yearn for the crisp mornings;   Peace, life, and wholeness     Earthmaker, please bath my heart with life and free my soul, from the snare of the fowler.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
O' The Night Seasons
Like a dispirited spectator watch his favorite team, in a long losing streak; He sits quietly, on the cold wooden floor, staring at the ceiling, with a belly full of shame, guilt, and pain. His mind is running fast and furious, with hard core life questions. He is on hells wheels, with no destination, in sight.   How do I go from here?   The void of hopelessness.     What went wrong? Why, why, why me?   A whirlwind of;   Incurable disease,   lack, dark secrets,   death of a love one,   rejection, unpaid bills,   divorce, loneliness, ...     O' the night season, is long   How I yearn for the crisp mornings;   Peace, life, and wholeness     Earthmaker, please bath my heart with life and free my soul, from the snare of the fowler.
It doesn't matter the magnitude of our pain and woes, we can recover from the fall. -M.G
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
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