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for the troubled soul 

what are the chains that bind us,
that make us stay the course
when all 'round us
resolves crumble
like the ash column of a cigar

when tears abound
like hot beads of glass
why do we suffer in silence
in the dark corners of our minds?

the sun, he sets
bringing forth another night
heralding the arrival of the angel of death
bringing peace and solace
to a troubled soul


* vishra scribbled on Monday, August 30, 2004 | |