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From time to time,

Not dusk ‘til dawn,

I close my eyes and wonder

Just when I’ll sleep

And rest my soul.

I would settle for rolling thunder



Not the lightening bolts

That strike in my eyes

When closed or open -not again!

For there’s no pain to remind me

Of my wrongs in the past;

No contrast, just memories.  What’s sin?



Wet wood and steel

They construct my prison.

Yet they hold me not by force.

Come with me to live true

Life, and Pain,

I’ll promise you’ll not be alone.



Cold moisture and sweat

Beneath me lies,

And within my lungs, I recon.

The laughter and cries

Within and without,

Not feelings for which I beckon.



Chains and bars

They hold me down

Against stone as cold as I.

What’s death? Am I there?

Who’s here to ask?

My keeper would surely lie.



To me, I remain

Without a soul,

A spirit to carry faith.

But seek me not

To find peace for your heart

Unless you bring to me death.