I'm standing at theCrossroads of my life -

Nothing to lose.

Each path leads to oblivion,

Whichever one I choose.

Rising from the ashes of my plight

I traverse filaments of light,

That permeate my ethereal form -

On omnipotent threads I'm born.

Unto a place where I can find

A balm to ease my troubled mind,

That I may glimpse things

Yet unseen,

A world not grey -

But evergreen...



And can you blame me -

Is it such a crime,

To crave for one small piece



Of heaven that I can call mine?



For years I have wadedThrough bland mediocrity,

Watched my hopes sinkIn a mire of negation.

Yet why pay the cost for aParadise lost when here is

An Eden of natures creation?



Sisters of servitude-

Fearful and fair,

Who herald good fortune

And mete out despair.

Take pity upon me and

Give back my soul,

So that I who am 'empty'

May once more be 'whole'.



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