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unless they themselves are damned
under flickering candle lights
the ink slowly dries
leaving between the lines
empty spaces where fragments
of my emotional state of mind hides
sometimes I drink too much to feel
for there are no heroes here…
just survivors
screams of yesterday once held back
turned to a silent shimmer of tears
there is no one who knows the sorrow of the damned
unless they themselves are damned
~ D Donner ~
Soul Searched
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turns up some pretty bleak images. I try not to do that too often - but I hope I'm not damned. Cursed may be a better description - no matter what I do, I lose. It has always been loss beside high celebration and praise and accomplishment. I stopped trying to figure out why and write instead. I wish you peace - Lady A -