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Friday, June 16, 2006


A Stone Passage to a Circular Stairway - poem
The World is such a desolate place,

It has no meaning and is hard to face.

I stand here waiting upon the shore,

The sun rays are fading, they are no more.

Upon the horizon I see a light,

A light that flickers on this eerie night.

I turn my back towards the sea,

I fear nothing yet i cannot see.

My eyes are not closed and yet I feel cold,

My heart guides the way over to a door.

The door is stone yet as if made of glass,

It is fragile when opened for only me to pass.

I see a stairway that goes round and round,

Climbing higher and higher to forbidden ground.

The darkness has entered my heart and soul,

I begin to climb up to the world unknown.

As I reach the top I cannot breathe,

The darkness has consumed every part of me.

I can longer see the light I once loved,

The darkness is mine like the candle I hold.

As I try to light it, it smoulders and dies,

The flame forever extinguished in my eyes.

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