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Slipknot

Saturating the mind tortured by pain
  With something to stir, soothe and
Liberate it when mayhem needs to
  Find its equals - else it flows
Into empty space and remains forgotten,
  Left unheard... Searching souls
Plead for a home to find rest in
  Forsaken realms to match their existence.
Kindred spirits may be an illusion, yet in
  These shades of grey, photophobic creatures
Nurture from what is given since it feels
  Acquainted, true and promises solace...
Opacity is all around and a poor foundation
  For all of us to find our sanity... all
That's left is to stick to what welcomes
  Tired and weary souls back into the fold.

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  • SummerlandRayne gold member
    August 31

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    For all of us to find our sanity... all
    That's left is to stick to what welcomes
    Tired and weary souls back into the fold.

    Such a deeply thoughtful write...your words exact internal musings. My blessings to you always!!!



    Sue


  • Ravensdark
    August 9

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    I don't know quite what to say....Your tallent and muse are growing, slowly changing...even more to my liking...more on my wave length....the imagery takes me deep....beckons to my own muse...I cannot reveal more here...