(And now, I believe that this blog will henceforth be a place to post my many poems...enjoy!)
I thank God for the lonely days,
The hours, fading, blindly rushing by.
Colorful yet somber, cutting through the grey.
I thank God for the silence, even in a crowd,
Despite chaotic scrambling, a peace...
It washes over me, a blessed shroud.
How magnificently proud, the clouds roll,
Like a billowing storm inside my heart.
Eerily still, how the sight stirs my soul.
For how can I despise the darkness?
When indeed, a part of it hides in me?
Can I stand in a world that is heartless?
Can they ever understand what I see?
Or has loneliness become the norm?
Is silence the price of maturity?
Regardless of the jaded eyes, I digress,
To empty my convictions without a fight.
My heart is weak, but doubtless I confess.
Apathy cannot hinder a faithful flight.
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