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Date Posted: 05:46:44 11/24/07 Sat
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My days can be long and dull,
Spaces unfilled for tedious hours,
Punctuated by humdrum,
I stare vacantly from brown eyes,
Into a world of cold hearts,
Sometimes I cry,
My nights can be racked with pain,
The dark, crushing my soul,
Echoing the past in shadows,
Hiding under my bed subdued,
Waiting for me to succumb,
Sometimes I tremble,
My love can only be measured,
By the fullness I feel in my heart,
The ache for the trees at the window,
The breeze along shores I adore,
The touch of her hand in mine,
Sometimes I smile,
My life will be gauged by my doing,
Those who love me will hold me true,
I must hold those that I love in return,
Only then will I have prospered,
My last breath then gentle to fall,
Sometimes I worry,
My heart holds someone beloved,
Someone who makes the dark bright,
Whose words fill all the grim corners,
We beat to the same pulse of life,
No voids or obstacles will prevail,
Sometimes - only we know,
© Paul Osborne 2007.
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