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Oct 2010
I am perplexed of late,
This deathly still has becalmed,
The heart that beat in terror,
When all the earth embalmed,

As that cocoon that sleeps neath leaves,
And all the dreams I dreamed,
Once were cast into the flames,
And echoed there it screamed.

Aloud the hatred of humanity,
The cruel ways of men gone mad,
Their fingers spread upon the keys,
And played a song so sad,

I nearly wept away these scales
Upon my eyes these blinders,
Dark glasses worn to hide the tears,
And sit among the cinders,

Where I am perplexed at all this coldness,
Frosted window panes and icy breath,
To channel all the grieving hearts,
And learn to live with death.

Would I have this folly pass,
This melancholy episode complete,
When I accepted death, ah deadly woe,
What lies eternal at my feet.
copyright 2010 by S. E. Johnson
Sidney E Johnson
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Sidney E Johnson
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