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By Duke Date: 2002 Feb 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.18.10.12.11982]] |
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Despair As clear and sun bleached this warm afternoon be, after all. Cold rain ... so very cold, continues to fall, Beating relentlessly, on me, only me, furthering my gloom. Dampening my spirit, forecasting my doom. Storm clouds and hail, loud echoing thunder, Followed by lightning, rendering me asunder. There ... everywhere! A signal from heaven? Should I, again, even care? These gray blackish skies - distance deceiving, Beckon me, have oh so forced me, Into thinking, believing I've nothing to live for And now nowhere to hide, As old ghosts entreat me "...just lay down and die...." Frightened, bewildered, again, as before. I've no strength to fight them. To fight for myself. I've been there, I've done that, Nothing is left. A glimmer of hope? A thin shim of blue sky? "C'mon pal get real, you know better than that... Life's a deception, mostly a lie." Why must this be, for you, and for me? Could you answer me please, would you please tell me "Why...?" What must I do ... how then to proceed? To slake my thirst, to sate my need. The haunting, old ghosts, they cajole, take no heed, My nightmare continues - they crave eager to feed, And to curse and blaspheme - wrought wrongly on me, Despite my love and good words, what I thought were good deeds. But my terror engulfs me, envelops, becomes me, There's no place to hide, there's no path to thee, So as clear and as sun-bleached this fine afternoon be, The storm rages on, she has gone off to flee. To never return nor to be my guide Through the dark sullen depths Of my immortal soul, my mortal mind. |