my soul is as cold
as the bare hard ground
and death grabs ahold
without a sound
the abysmal dark,
a deep fear freezes
grips and rips my heart
and a darkness seizes
as the cold wind numbs
the pain that becomes
just another day
i wish for a different way
sitting i glance and i see
the whites and the lights
which reach within me,
and as they give me respite
winds curl and they swirl
twinkling and sinking
life twirls and it whirls
it sets me to thinking...
the crystals are melting
and dying and dancing
the light softly sparkling
soft music starts prancing
in this glorified chaos
i would love nothing less
than to sit and to watch
this beautiful mess
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