A Poem By RoyalBehind The ShadowsBehind the shadows of my inner being Hear my heart, it speaks, it cries But closed ears hear me not. Grief is my burden, A constant torment, A purgatory that's eternal, created by me. Ahhhh!!! Ahhhh!!! Those are my screams. Can't you hear them? Look into my eyes, Peep into my soul, The shadows within are dark. Yes, very dark. But yet I see, I feel, I live. Dimensions unyielding. A labyrinth of emotions, My sorrowful spirit. Lost, incoherent, I drift. I'm falling, spinning, An abyss unknown. I no longer see. It's dark. Yes, very dark. I sleep... Royal Clark 2000 California |
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