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Wednesday, December 03, 2003

Ineptitude of Soul 

Draconian solitude in the beckoning wastelands.
Despair gripping at ankle bones,
Dragged along thru the burgeoning darkness.
Weight of the bleakened world ,
Shoulders stooped from the burden.
Where o where is the oasis?
When will the pain subside?

Existence now somewhere between darkness and light.
Murkily the sun crosses the sky,
Sky darkened by dreams unrealized.
Hot dry winds buffet and batter at soul,
Pock-marked with pain it struggles along.
Where o where is the oasis?
When will the pain subside?

The desolate plain gives way to craggly jump.
Towering mountains tear the horizon,
Cleaving their way thru the soil to the sky.
No solace there no respite no lull,
More damaging scars to bear on and on.
Where o where is the oasis?
When will the pain subside?


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