it's the dead of night as all the people with their
false sense of security sleep behind locked doors
oblivious to the world
high above it all in a world filled with a silence
that screams
a snow moon shining above
the only sounds is my ever so aching soul asking
of which great sin be mine
one of which would be so bad as to earn such agonies
what deed was so vile
or is suffering just a part of Life's design
with this heart so disposed to apathy I try
to go back to the times
when she taught me there was magic in the wind
a menagerie of melodies flowing through the air
from mother natures symphony
to dance when no one was around
to be at peace with the world
mine is a world now clouded with misery
with of a thousand rain drops of regret
a million goals I've never met
a heart so weary and cold
from the battles fought
ones I won ,the ones I lost
the loves I had , The loves I lost
counting reasons to go on
reasons I should quit
meanwhile I dance to the midnight blues
~ D Donner ~
Nice Lines
"...counting reasons to go on/reasons I should quit"
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Economy - emotion bared, universal for all whi have possessed and given up. Empathy melds into the confession - a rare style; clear, unrehearsed.
~A~
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