Wednesday, 14 April 2010


Sometimes it feels as if I'm surrounded by Death,
A little further up and farther out,
Higher than the angels
But sullied by grief
Beset with thoughts of this and that
Trapped behind darkening glass
Held within a devil's grip
Filled with life
And yet remaining static
Trembling on the edge of joy
Maddened by the onset of darkness
Seeking a glimmer of light
Somewhere on the other side of sky

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