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O how can I stand the pain
How can I rearrange
My bones set... and yet so strange
My mind itself becomes deranged
I break... I break... I BREAK...
... my own bones...
O darkness... estranged friend...
it's stolen pathways wind and wend
I've come back to try again
I have come to make amends...
... for something I didn't do...
I perceive the ocean vast
Through my eyes of eisinglass
I run my race on razor grass
With bare feet I make this pass...
I see... I see... I SEE...
,,, through a mask...
... of solid glass...
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2014
I wrote this poem for a friend.
She was having a rough time.
She gave me the inspiration for
some of the metaphor in this piece.
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