LINES OF THOUGHT © 2014

To feel is an unbearable burden,

To see beyond what the eyes can reach,

The curse that inhabits us, so palpable,

Echoes in the shadows, where the pains dance.

The turbulence of existence consumes,

And silence screams in the depths,

There is a weight in every name,

And the light flees between strange webs.

Rot lies in wait, so alive,

A nauseating stench that invades,

The raw truth, without captive soul,

Destroys beauty, reveals the half.

But there is strength in what destroys us,

In the bitterness that crushes the soul,

For from chaos, essence builds

The lightness that suffering erases.

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