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    7 x 2 x 1� 52� Deliberately Disheartening� 21C�Enigma� 58� Father

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              7 x 2 x 1

              Upon awakening I could at once sense a strange
              Feeling of claustrophobia, a fear of which
              I have no previous experience
              Still drowsy I make to rub my eyes
              The shock reels me as my hands collide
              With some barrier in the gloom
              I remain motionless, gasping for breath
              As I recover from the fright
              My mind races with thoughts as to what
              I could have encountered
              Fearing the worst I slowly and nervously
              Raise my hand once more
              Dreading the anticipated contact
              As I do so my mind begins to ponder
              The cold hard surface on which I lie
              Suddenly contact
              Merely inches above my chest
              Panicking my hands flail all round me
              Discovering the dimensions of my resting place

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              52

              Foolishly the mind bends
              Twisting to a dimension
              Unsafe to human travellers
              The realm of the divine
              An asinine place
              With the suffering
              Insanity seems certain
              Yet the strength of many
              A testament to my point

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              Deliberately Disheartening

              We beseech a god
              We believe grants free will
              We speak of horror
              Yet just talk
              We criticise what we are given
              Yet accept

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              21C

              It?s time to rebel
              To cast of the shackles and fight
              To go against society
              And not be afraid to live
              It?s time to stand tall
              And not be afraid to be heard
              To go against the dictators
              And fight for our rights

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              Enigma

              Once more I have pulled myself
              Back from the brink of insanity
              Why do I continue to fight it?
              Never before so close to the edge
              The reality now haunts me
              As I strive to regain my strength

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              58

              It was the voice that first perked my interest
              In a face I was familiar with
              That wondrous accent I could not place
              Illuminating my life all too briefly
              Now she?s gone I know not where
              A year must pass before we meet
              And who knows then what will not be

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              Father

              The mother he knew
              Was not his own
              Fifty years of illusion
              Gone in an instant
              A simple piece of paper
              Led to the discovery
              Of answers to questions
              Never thought of
              And the pain of knowing a truth
              Never asked for

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