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The None

Rest your head, in my open arms,
Take apart the feelings you hold dear,
Reopen your mind, light the dark,
Shake your mind awake and clear,

There's a healing that is needed,
It's waiting to be touched and felt,
All the hate and pain that is recent,
Playing cards of hand that's dealt,

There is also, a feeling that is empty,
Of pathes tread and retread forever,
Of tears and dead-drops there are plenty,
And seems like there are no shoulders,

Maybe there is peace in you,
Feeling around in your waking hours,
Where it is, I haven't a clue,
And a life, so sweet, is now, so sour,

It is me who forever holds back,
Who can't reach the gates of happiness,
Who of content, I've jumped the track,
In a sea of endlessness.

And in a rather weak regard,
Standing tall, feeling a relentless surge,
I glimpse on prickly-prose harm,
Soaked, in blue fountain dirge.