Nan Sikora Poems

This sad kind of feeling washes over me...
subdued in hues of blues and grays.
When the struggle is over
when at last i am free...
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When self doubt is harbored there...
my mind is a terrible place.

When the pain of love is a deep scar...
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Darkness is the place
where fear dwells best...
It reaches into the very
corners of my existence.
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Deep within the realm of fear...
lies a great vast reef of infinite depth.
A place where loneliness abides within...
where tortured pain is writhed within the fear.
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Thinking back, if only for an instant,
pondering the words that were there a moment ago...
if they are not captured as freely as they flow,
they are no longer there.
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Come to terms,
get a grip.

Can the heart
...

With pen in hand
I set to task
to bare my soul to thee.
A lifetime in a word or two
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My soul is in bleak sadness... the feeling is low...
my soul is in bleak sadness... what can I bestow...

My mind is an utterly blank canvas...
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