Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Oblique

When the nights are purest dark
When the days are grey and bleak
My mind seems numb
Life’s meaning leans to the oblique

Everything seems an obstacle
Most things are a chore
I lose all direction
Purpose seems a bore

I battle with my demons
Fight an unseen fight
The world around me lacks feeling
It all seems cold
My thoughts turn black
When I wish they were bright

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