Monday, November 23, 2009

blindfolded, groping through life
seeking -
to hold on to
as my boat rocks and fills with water
and I
cling on to dear life
shrouded in darkness and misery

when daylight breaks
as it always does
I can't see
I sometimes feel its warm enlivening rays
casting their rejuvenating light on me
making me hold on to that dear feeling
lest it is lost
in the madness and darkness
that threatens to envelop
every happy moment

transient and temporary
day leads to night
night leads to another day
as I oscillate between
utter despair and hope
happy today
sad tomorrow
here today
gone tomorrow?

where will this end?
will there be light at the end
of this darkness?
or darkness at the end of every light?

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