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Lament of the Poetess

Posted on May 13th, 2008 by

Lament of the Poetess

One day I am but a blank page in the book of life;

The next I am a blood curse on history's vellum.

I do not know my place, my course, my name.

Blind and deaf, I grasp for solid darkness.

How am I to make it through without awareness?

In a world of zombies, vampires, and spectres,

I feel one more among the wakeful dead.

How do I warm my breath and brighten my eyes?

Alive again, how? Where are the living ones?

Where is the sun, so I may walk in it once more?

Lost in the dark forest of my thoughts and fear,

I know nothing anymore. I feel... What do I feel?

No answers spring forth. Confusion is its own evil.

"Make a path and live despite death" echoes through my trees.

It's a long way back home and I must make this journey.

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