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Feb 2011
Standing in the dark, alone in the storm
Rain-soaked hair dripping cold
Watching sullen water so far down below
Sodden voices speaking soft in the air
They tell me how easily I could find peace
An end to my silent regrets
The ones that just end in despair and defeat
One step and this pain all could end
A push – from right inside my mind
…so easy to do this right now
The river’d be swift and kinder than…this
Yet I stand…undecided again
I am tired of living inside of this blight
I need a lighthouse, a candle
A guide in the night
My matches have all gotten wet
The edge is approaching
I’m moving too fast
And I’m hours from sunrise yet
Copyright © Contessa Lee 2009
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Contessa Lee
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