My heart is in darkness
I need love to light the way
Is this possible? In this time and place?
Am I wasting my time, my life, my fate?
The words drip onto the page
Trying to make sense of this waste of life
This new start, this opportunity,
This hell, this purgatory
One foot in the past, straddling the present, into the future
What future is this?
Which path to take? Where to lead?
I live the life of the poet
My words ease me as I leave this place
And for you, the words will guide you
Guide you in the ways of my heart
All these things locked up inside me
Playing out their parts
My loyal soldiers defend me
An impenetrable wall of spite
Of pointed sticks and burning oil
Protecting the treasures inside
Spiting all that might nourish and fulfill us
Resenting the world outside.
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