Struggles
Innocence masked with guiltStands on a stifled slope,
Where once hatred was built,
And awaits an immense hope.
Discernment in disguise
Inside the body's rage
Causes the opening of eyes
To desire words of a sage.
A dismayed soul weeps bitterly
Without an essence...
Emotions have no ecstasy--
Only an aimless presence.
The intellect pursues a way
From the murky path behind it.
A new light emerges to stay
And gives hope to those who find it.
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