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what will become of this hollow ground I walk upon?

walking along this very path I am dazed
the damp earth offers comfort to my aching feet
yet the emptiness echos through my being
hollow ground and tainted sorrow
for another jaded tomorrow?

those who profess to be more are none the like
simply living a lie in their own twisted mind
so how can I be released from this daze
in which I dwell?

nights with tears that offer nothing
more than sore eyes
pondering the tomorrow that cannot
begin to offer a solution in sight
trapped in a daze of uncertainty I am

one fine day the clouds will reappear and Angels will arrive that is my only hope to rid this rapture, this daze filled mind.