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| This poem was written in 1996 for a specific occasion, but it seems to have application on a more general level as well. | |||||
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to frighten away my sickly thoughts that I avoid throughout the days of these weeks, spent in useless and aimless causes and directions, until it all stops or goes away... Fractured candle Brings it all back From underneath The endless stack. Holes in values Cannot repair The vest of sorrow I always wear It's all a fake. It's all unreal. They don't know How I really feel. Happiness I cannot find. Total sorrow Rules my mind. The confession I already guessed And here I thought I tried my best. I still believe That if I try, I'll reach my goal Before I die. I don't know how, At least not yet. A clear thought I cannot get. Someday it will Be very clear, And my goal Then I will near.
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