Through times of darkness
And times of triumph-
I watched your face
The painting that smiled;
The statue that wept;
Not once did it flare up
In a fiery rage of anger.
I stayed alone,
Though I felt close;
Surrounded by those feelings
I thought I could survive on.
Again, I sank into my hole;
The grave I dug myself;
That I dug alone.
Though triumph served me
The very best it could
I still stand as hollow
As a decadent tree,
In a thickened forest.
But if I were to fall;
To crumble to my death,
Would my descent be heard?
Author notes
Even though I have everything I could possibly dream of right now, I still feel like shit.
Written May 31st, 2005
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feel better.
As always my friend, this was amazing. Keep up the great work, it's beautiful.
Always and Forever,
~Kendal
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