The moon cries out to the injustice
The tides retract and the stars dim
Clarity fades to the wayside mist
Like a church morning prayer without a hymn
The space between is murky
Ink runs on a page once so clear and
Iridescent but shines no longer in the same way
Oh I wonder do I feel this alone
Questions plague my day to day existence
As I come to terms with the situation that life
And circumstance has bred for us, cruel yet real
I feel alone in my flight through the clouds
September 30th, 2007
09:04
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