March 26, 2008

• I have to sit
  and see
  the beauty
  standing is not
  satisfactory

  a conscience choice
  must be made
  to see what
  is sincerely said

  as i let
  the firery beauty
  enchant my eyes
  and burn me

  finding my finger
  over the lucid light
  until i cannot stand
  a moment more of fight

  i see past
  the piercing pain
  into a night of darkness
  dawning bright against
  the flame

  it was just a candle
  that i chose to lit
  folding a chair in front
  and finding a place
  to sit

  but it poured
  into a pain
  i refused to give voice to
  grieving for a past
  and a future
  i never knew

  one by one
  i blow them out

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