Darkest

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Darkest

Deep within the darkest

Cobwebbed pathways of my mind

Behind the locked and rusted doorways

Are the answers I must find

 

The pathway reeks of sorrow

Like a lover crying softly

A never ending journey

Twisted mazes lie before me

 

One path to eternity

Another to abyss

Endless choices offered

Decisions turn and twist

 

Mind distraught then crystal clear

Taunted by times magic

Visions here then gone away

Feel alone, Desperate, Manic

 

No completed songs are sung

Phrases uncompleted

Lost my footing stumble down

On my knees I weep

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Beaker’s Poems (11)

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Story 1
Darkest 0
Mirrors 0
Listen 1
Greener 0
Weep 2
Nightmares 1
Faith 0
Bottom 3
Not the one 2
Wish 3