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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

"Isolation"


Deep within these solemn walls
Cloistered from a world which turns
Inside of myself are words of rhythm
In the flame that intensely burns
On fog filled nights when all is quiet
It seems to be my best
Addiction to the written words
That haunt me in my quest
Inescapable visions clutter in my mind
On my journey through this life
In search of things I may not find
Hope still resides within my heart
Behind these solemn walls
Of such things that each day brings
In cluttered silent halls
I walk with my visions
Hand in hand
Entering into unknown places
Knowing I am blessed in many ways
To last me to my ending days
Under the guidance of something
Beyond my understanding
In a world that's ever growing
In a universe which is forever expanding

~Moses~
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