Waiting for the Lost End

January 13, 2008
There is an empty void that I can’t fill
Searching the world to find forgotten hope
Starving for wisdom with a driven will
Eyes gazing through a narrow-minded scope

Trying to break free from self restriction
Trapped in the current’s flow of life’s troubles
Grasped in the hands of fate’s jurisdiction
Floating through the air encased in bubbles

Ready to burst any given moment
Passing the face of death’s searing glazed eyes
Fading coals of life that was once potent
Last time to correct all the hurtful lies

All my life miseries are set clearly
Death’s sweet embracement I welcome dearly

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