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[foreword: this poem was written with the help of Emily Franks, and SaraJane Smith. To Sara, I owe half of this poem. To Emily, I owe the Last Passage, thank you both.p.s. I dont make spelling mistakes, all things have their purpose ;) ]
The tears that fall,
fall, though all slumber
in Earth's cold embrace
and yet you are the cause
and the end of them
them who ride wind and thunder
and bow with the trees.
Become the beginning
and again the end
they became and now
are filled with regrets
untill nothing is left except you and me, me and you
when the sun goes black
and ends with this foreverness
and never neverending end
of everything you want
and nothing shall seem
endless and yet it must,
for the void isn't a whole,
but a peace, of which
we must partake in our solitary
was, as the sun must fall,
and the moon must gleam,
and yet nothing is real
save all you thought to be false
but the stars tell a story sooo
unique the heavens tremble,
and the Earth dances across their
sky as they gaze in wonder
with sightless eyes
and ask why
could it end up like this, all
they hear is whispers of lost thoughts
to which no owner can be named,
a broken circle of unwept tears
floating in a puddle of sown up dreams
with no direction save hope, and
absent horrors who determine
who and what is real
or not, what we see
and what we dare to know,
our hatred converting to
drought struck tears of unfulfilled dreams
and long forsaken pleasures,
is this really the way it's supposed to
be?
Adam Zank
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