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  • Confusion

    Weathered

    Clouds of darkness, clouds of gloom
    Filling now with jagged doom
    Unclear malice--stormy sky
    Waves of it that seem to nigh

    Crushing storms that pound the same
    Fleeting heights that cease the pain
    Time goes by--a chilly thrill
    Restless nights that seem too still

    Empty peace is not the norm
    Calm in silence, calm in storm
    Dead to living, like a cloud
    Numb emotion--passive shroud

    Lightning strikes--the heated bite
    Overwhelming left to right
    Strikes that blacken from within
    Bringing thoughts of freeing sin

    Unseen lightning strikes in dark
    Unseen strike will hide it's mark
    Wether morning or the night
    Can't escape the heated bite

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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