Reservations...
Revelations
In between
a changing theme.
Pushing through
Nothing new
Except her mind
Now intertwined
Within her faith
Always safe
From those falls
and midnight calls
that plauge the past.
The black light cast
Without the power
Its dying hour
Sweeping, fleeting,
New light meeting
Forcing through me
Real life, I see.
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I'm hoping that this poem is still understandable (from the limited knowledge you have of me) I want to make sure that it still makes sense from the view of someone else.
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