a simple regret forms in the back of my mind,
a fear i push aside but continues, sneaking back.

silent thunder growing sharply in my heart,
a nothing, an everything - drastically burning.

that neverending tug at the centre of my soul,
caressing my thoughts in a forbidden realm of hope.
the quiet storm of loneliness reminiscent of past years,
it's there, once again, the yearning of aquiecience.
I must not succumb!
  the overwhelming hope, the overwhelming dream.
  that horrid shift of reason, Oh! How I hate thee!
  let me be! leave me alone!

my passions are satisfied, my future is in focus,
why, fate so terrible, tempt an established love of life?!

My thoughts swell in fury, the pain of a thread of conciousness --
go! far-- away.
though i push it aside, nothing can seperate the entagled vision engendered.
  a silent hope springs and that gentle rage of alabaster thought,
    full circle, alluring, decieving.
  it is the bastard of ignorance and vanity.

though i try to forget, once its cold grip takes hold,
  there is no turning away.

run, as I try, there is nothing to stop this sullen, dark stranger.
called by many names, it has only one true meaning...

05/01/2005

Posted on 05/02/2005
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