The wind whispers to me
a tale of great sorrow
of a simpler time
before warmth was beaten
by the cold fists
of insanity and ignorance

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I long for the quiet surge of feeling
the soft ache that rises throughout my being
the warmth that encircles me
as you drift into my view

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I asked if you believed
in me and in us
one more bitter day
revealed betrayal and dust
the truth can be unkind
to open hearts and open minds

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In this place I write
between fear and morning light
between dreams and silent scream
the broken part of me
unashamed I look into my eyes

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Tangled in the light
that hides within your eyes
my sometime saving grace
the splendor and the shine
can cease the passing time

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believe what you will
she said with a smile
from her lofty elevation
in the land of denial
and yet my eyes
she refused to meet
deceit

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I follow the patterns
from the wall to the floor
this age is in ruin
my discernment is flawed
all I see cannot be

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the lights flicker and
the world spins
as I close my eyes and
go
with the ebb and flow
the constant whirl
of incessant thoughts
wrinkling