My Confused Darkness

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    My Confused Darkness

    Emptiness, hollow, cold, alone.
    Turning to anything and anyone to feel warmth, love, happiness.
    Each journey unsatifying and dissapointing.
    Thirsting and hungering for more.
    Repeating the same steps over again.
    Wait...
    A miracle, a chance of luck.
    Still needing to feel that warmth, love, happiness.
    But its not right, disappointed once again.
    A book, of hope, truth and love.
    A feeling so over whelming i cant stop shaking, crying.
    Forseen visions of time thats past.
    Each one telling me Im on the right path.
    Overlooked and unheard.
    Lessons I learned, but diddnt understand.
    Pain, lonliness, solitude.
    I had to be broken, fragile, to hear, to see,
    Gods beautiful world.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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