Sunday, December 5, 2004The sun rises earnestly and smiles
Eager to bring me another day,
In vain, I’d rather see no more light
If I were to have my way.
The torment tears me apart
Burning fire garb my cadaver attire
Agony embedded deep into my soul
Essence dead alas! No desire
Ardent words ringing in my ears
Accolades being said in honor mine
Encouragement intended to convey cheer
Peace at last, I heard her voice divine.
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