Waking Blind

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Nov 6, 2006.

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  1. Losing purpose and meaning
    is no small death
    It is the blade
    severing Will and Reason
    from what moves one
    through the world
    Lost and floundering,
    breaking on the shores of doubt
    of self-worth
    It is seeing the stark and cold
    of all that’s been done
    And nothing matters
    but the pain,
    spirit breaking,
    hope taken,
    the only constant
    The merciless, endless slide
    into perpetual twilight inside
    Dimming sight,
    waking blind,
    wanting to hide,
    or die

  2. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    :hug: sad :sad:
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