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The Lonely Road -
Adrian M. Carney
21 Apr 2002
I've walked this road before,
but never the same,
a thousand thoughts run like a score,
it takes me away, but it's never the same.
The trees speak in this strange light,
They close me in,
become my blight,
trees no longer, mirrors of my soul.
My heart beats free,
thoughts running heavy,
an epi-mortem of what will not be,
a bleak solstice, within fears avairy.
Taught to love, never a feeling,
a reminder of our grim mortality,
The mirrors black, I see my soul,
A vain pretence, filled with apathy.
The pain they bring is all i know,
the fear inside, a plauge of sin,
Isolation my only protection,
my eternal damnation.
Hope cannot be afforded to the blind.
This lonely road so walked before,
Where it leads won't set me free,
Tears of lonliness, mirror love,
For no longer can I see, where
this lonely roads leads me.
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