Grace seems over each horizon
Far from light at the end of my tunnel
Desire to retraite from any cliques
Knowing full well the intentions
Yet the chain does not loose its hold
Living in darkness
Much of the time in paralytic chaos
Demons knock upon my door
Refusing to flee
Deprivation of my dreams
Instead hauntings from childhood
Creep in unaware
Their resolute of carnal ways
Tears at my heart
In reaction I flee to the place
Where my inner heart may find
A temporal place of retreat
Far removed from beasts
Who claw ravenously
Quenching their thirst
Blocking out the sun's rays
Neither its warmth can be felt
Upon my face
Yet neither can it reach
Such woes within my heart
~Moses~
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