Tired very tired
The snow
The empty void
Of a life that should
Have been there now
Still nothing is left
Only a fantasy and a vague memory
Fading in the afternoon
Snow
Darkness
Love will end
The world and me
But
On the bottom
Of the ocean
Well hidden in gorges
There are life thriving there
Without the sun, only the volcanic heat
There is safety in the darkness
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On Returning
I am here
Again
Searching for words
Searching for meaning
Still the memory, the mind
Fails to remember
Why
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Morning
All is chaos
No order
Time
Will tell
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