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let alone the world's.
Perhaps in jest or with relative ease,
we all give of ourselves although most times,
I'm so fraught with emotion that I can only
adhere to my own tragedies,
rather than enjoy the breath of life.
Recognition
The pale white clothe
waves with relentless fervor.
I've laughed, cried
and tempted death.
Fatal attempts to right a wrong.
My heart
"I damn thee".
No more the keeper of hurt
A Winter Sky
A winter sky caresses my soul,
brings to me memories of long ago,
bright pinks and red, reminiscent of a rainbow's end.
These colors shelter the pain of winter's rain.
Who's dream am I living now
that this dream has lied?
Who's hand is reaching for me beneath this winter sky?
A winter sky full of gray mist and rain,
harbor each emotion of the one who stirs this pain.
I'm not above asking,
who it is I've become or why?
I search for answers beneath a winter sky.
What life is left for me after this one has lied?
Who's heart believes in me beneath this winter sky?
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