Peering into Bliss

Look beneath the depths

of anguish

Tears dripping into the well

of despair

We wander, search

Seek for sanity

Or was there really ever such a thing?

The skies ahead are

Tinted a dull gray,

Whilst the bellies of

The clouds are blushed

a peachy spectrum

We sit,

and gaze

Marveling at how the sky's sorrow

Later melts into a burst

of ecstasy

Tomorrow's wind seems but bleached

with silent oppression

But under that false illusion

It is a joyful hymn

Dancing its way to the horizon

We close our eyes,


and throw off the

masks of repent

To see who we once were

and who

we are


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