Poetry

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Illuminated strife


I never thought it would be me
Left alone in mysteries
Holding hands with shadows at dawn
Walking over lines that we’ve drawn
I am the candle craving flames
To melt away my names
Where the wax has covered my acts
To create these stoic masks

I walk the empty halls
With its cracks upon the walls
With mirrors shattered from the fall

I need a hand to lift me up
I need to sip from ancient cups
I need to be a part of the revealed
I need my tragic lips to be sealed

I speak lies into the winds
Convincing them to change
My flesh yearning for the win
My spirit re-arranged
I never thought that living
Meant I had to die
I never thought that knowing
Meant I had to ask you why

I am selling my soul slowly
In the blink of an eye
Sold my soul so freely
To fan the flame of pride

Shadows need the light
To know that they have life
And thoughts do need the rushing wind
To illuminate their strife

All I need to know
Lies beyond my fears and lies
In my desire to know your desire
Melting away my why’s

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