deep
within a broken man's quiet
a soul wants to fly
a body wants to die
dualities in rhyme
in earth time
a cross of flesh
mirrors behind revisions
if a man can't cry
where does he find
silence
where does a godless man
dance
just before truth
and chance
The first four lines did say something to me, I seem to feel that way on a daily basis, but here I still am, surviving, and sometimes crying, wishing for death, though this life we have got seems to be a death in itself...(sorry about my short rant) -e-
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