Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: hope, Courage, Oxymoron
I am not me, when you found me lost;
Alone in the crowd and silently screaming.
Numb in pain and wholly broken;
Clearly confused and desperately hoping...
For an angel of death to come and end
This simply complicated deadly existence.
Unawarely sensitive to my grounded plight;
Unconsciously aware of my shadowed light.
A core to my hollow and the wheels of my barrow;
You're at where I'm not, I am thus when you're that.
The end is beginning and shining darkness is rising;
With you I would blindly see no matter how bleak the morrow be.
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