Thursday, December 29. 2016
Some Time
Or: The Sore Circle
Occasionally, I believe myself
To be close enough to the sun
Not without heat, or pain, but
With light, of that I'm sure
Then again, I come across
The mysterious light of the moon
And I lose my footing
Dropping dead inside me
When I start crying, each time
I just want to know why
Why is that, why has everything
Been here before, so close
While I sink right into my agony
Raving and sobbing
I'll wait that some time goes by
Before I read again what I wrote
© 2016
Occasionally, I believe myself
To be close enough to the sun
Not without heat, or pain, but
With light, of that I'm sure
Then again, I come across
The mysterious light of the moon
And I lose my footing
Dropping dead inside me
When I start crying, each time
I just want to know why
Why is that, why has everything
Been here before, so close
While I sink right into my agony
Raving and sobbing
I'll wait that some time goes by
Before I read again what I wrote
© 2016
Wednesday, December 28. 2016
Your Only Hope Fulfilled
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