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I stand here on a dead staircase Leading nowhere that I can pace. I can’t run up, I can’t walk down So I just wait, wearing a frown. With no answer I do entreat With each day I lovingly greet You- a God, ghost, spirit or wight? I can’t hear you, I have no sight. In mirrors of conscience I see A caged bird that sings a plea For guidance, direction anew For some shine in a dark so blue A chance, a shot that brings some joy To be more than Destiny’s toy Don’t be cruel, don’t take away A fleeting hand, do make it stay As I reach for it with my will Collecting all talent, each skill To step out of that mighty steep Onto a cloud that I have reaped Pleasing the evil wraiths of Fate Neither too early, nor too late. The cloud is kind, for I can steer My way into a life so queer Beautiful, it is only mine A blessing undeserved, divine! Of that path I can merely dream In this cliff I can’t help but scream My legs are weary, patience thin The ground looms with an evil grin. I saw you, Opportunity You came, you asked, you conquered me I awaited more things to learn But You said “Wait, I shall return.” For months now I have screened the skies Wondering if what you said were lies. I want a response, Lady Luck! Or am I once more, to get ****** Work I shall, with all of my being Grant me the gift of my freeing! To all parts of this Universe This prayer, for a life less adverse That rings deeply within my bones A hope, that all sins are atoned A faith, that I will get my shot A plea, to design my own plot For that window to open twice A hand to get out of this vice To Heaven I sing, through my heart Please, I need some help to restart!
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
The first precipice
I stand here on a dead staircase Leading nowhere that I can pace. I can’t run up, I can’t walk down So I just wait, wearing a frown. With no answer I do entreat With each day I lovingly greet You- a God, ghost, spirit or wight? I can’t hear you, I have no sight. In mirrors of conscience I see A caged bird that sings a plea For guidance, direction anew For some shine in a dark so blue A chance, a shot that brings some joy To be more than Destiny’s toy Don’t be cruel, don’t take away A fleeting hand, do make it stay As I reach for it with my will Collecting all talent, each skill To step out of that mighty steep Onto a cloud that I have reaped Pleasing the evil wraiths of Fate Neither too early, nor too late. The cloud is kind, for I can steer My way into a life so queer Beautiful, it is only mine A blessing undeserved, divine! Of that path I can merely dream In this cliff I can’t help but scream My legs are weary, patience thin The ground looms with an evil grin. I saw you, Opportunity You came, you asked, you conquered me I awaited more things to learn But You said “Wait, I shall return.” For months now I have screened the skies Wondering if what you said were lies. I want a response, Lady Luck! Or am I once more, to get ****** Work I shall, with all of my being Grant me the gift of my freeing! To all parts of this Universe This prayer, for a life less adverse That rings deeply within my bones A hope, that all sins are atoned A faith, that I will get my shot A plea, to design my own plot For that window to open twice A hand to get out of this vice To Heaven I sing, through my heart Please, I need some help to restart!
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
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