While walking down the pathway of contemplation
That’s always sandwiched between
Many of my long lost insights
Drifting aimlessly all around
My bewildered mind,
They always seems to be leading me
Back towards the archway of my latent memories
In which I find them more often than not
Serving as a stepping stone
Towards and into my insanity,
With fear as my own anticipation
I sense the long overdue and awaiting
Of those self infected punishments
Standing before me, guilt, shame, hate
And the out right distrust,
I question myself in doubt to revisit
In hopes of striking an chord
With my spiritual being of soul
To make sure that it was not lost, to the night
But rather was first in thought, within the light,
I closed my eyes, it begins
Jan
05/13/09
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