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Sep 2014
Years spent climbing to reach my destination,
A peak where I could breathe, a breath of emancipation.
No longer in the darkness, my mind is clearer now,
It seems so distant and faded looking back at how,
I was once so low I saw no climbing path or route,
I thought that suicide would be my only way out.
But I broke free from the darkness, I found a shining light,
I found my place of joy, to precede the endless plight.
I basked amongst the freedom, I laughed without a care,
It seems that I forgot that that place was ever there.
But now my luck is over, the dark is swift and cold,
I shudder all alone as I can feel it taking hold.
The fire that I once held has turned to ice inside my soul.
The darkness found its way again to bore another hole.
I no longer see the light; I no longer have the strength,
To climb this wall of torture or go to such a length,
To only find a solace for a moment oh so brief,
I’ll stay in my abyss to be consoled by my own grief.
Written by
Robert A Bleattler  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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