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Is there a sun
for I can not see
this blackened existence
unleashed poetry
collections of nothing
bounded by fear
entering slowly
why am I here
dragging the ballast
stem upon stem
kept locked inside
threatened again
cast thee thy words
hatred out paced
walls tiled stone
that I have faced
yet I am alive
behind what I wear
frowns of the winter
chilled as the air
rust on these chains
weakens the hold
drains of the silver
weeps in the gold
yet here I stand
eternally
is there a sun
for I can not see