Yes,
the pendulum swings up
But always returns
to the lowest point-
the bitter path
and we must carry on,
one foot in front of the other,
plodding forward,
unseeing
and in agony,
stepping in the shattered shards
of our broken soul.
Longing for hope and joy to shine
again
but each burst of light
Is shorter,
And the darker days longer.
And knowing that
Poisons the light.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
Yes,
the pendulum swings up
But always returns
to the lowest point-
the bitter path
and we must carry on,
one foot in front of the other,
plodding forward,
unseeing
and in agony,
stepping in the shattered shards
of our broken soul.
Longing for hope and joy to shine
again
but each burst of light
Is shorter,
And the darker days longer.
And knowing that
Poisons the light.
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