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Aug 2014
A world dark as the darkest night.
Dark world, dark people, dark life.
You live a million years and not live.
Who will come to save me from this dark forest.
A darkness as dark as the devils blood.
There is life.
A beating heart.
The rise and fall of My chest.
Yet, life does not exist.
And I was not born.
my dead hollow heart beats.
I live but I live not.
A miss born man.
Born out of season.
Born out of time.
Count not my days.
Count not My heart beats.
In My breath there is a hollow sound that only I hear.
A sound that says, "  you should have never lived".
" Were You ever here?".
People pass me by.
They think, " He has a fine life".
They can never know My soul's pain.
Or, " He is worthless".
Never knowing the promise I was born with.
Long ago.
A long ago broken promise.
I was the grandson
and the great grandson of a king.
But let the sun never shine on me.
let people forget My name.
As though I never was.
My life
That long painful time
that never ending time.
let me fall into a dark corner
and never be heard again.
Too painful!  Too painful!
How can I think of My life
let Me not remember Myself
How those that bore me and gave me birth
thought me of no worth
How they talked among themselves
saying He is this way and that way
and all the time between the words
I hear, " He is worthless. He is worthless".
How evil they must have thought I was.
I doing nothing.
I being a Man well grown
But they saying
"He is a child. He is a child".
All the worthless, worthless bygone years.
The heart can hold poison
How the soul drinks it up!!
Drains to the last drop.
But, death does not come.
Oh, pain! Oh, pain!
Oh, my soul.
Death comes not.
First among the things of want.
Endless!!  Endless!!  Endless!!
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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