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Mar 2018
When you said the awful words,
What I thought was real,
That beautiful sky
Which seemed to stretch away forever
Into distant poetic and dreamy landscapes,
Began to crack,
And the Abyss,
The dreaded pit of nothingness,
Broke open with a terrifying shriek,
And as it gaped
A wind rose up,
And all that was beautiful,
All that was joyful,
All that was lovely to the soul
And delightful to the eye,
Was swept into the hellish maw
Leaving only dark despair behind.

When you said the awful words,
What I thought was real
Was revealed as nothing
But a beautifully painted surface
Covering the too grim truth
Of emptiness.
David Champion
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David Champion  79/M/Melbourne, Australia
(79/M/Melbourne, Australia)   
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