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In the murky depths of myself I see less clearly
I toss a wreath to those fair gone and in slumber
All do say that things will get better, it’s too early
I am who you see here, I have a flame, small ember
Watch the world go by, watch it all slow to sleep
With heart all torn, now replaced is a faith, one leap
Will make it or break it, fall or cheer the days on
Stretching to make the distance and the warm sun
I feel the world swallow me up whole and gone
Where once then small light as bright had then shone
Breeching the gap to surpass all here and around
I look up at the clouds, then again toward the ground
Where does this end, where does it have the right
To hold me so confused, upset and oh so very tight
A breath of air is encumbering, as to now deprive
What was mine and is now again yet to see arrive
Spending time writing poetry, leaving all behind
Grant me one wish and set me free from all grind
Serenity and tranquil is all I seek, where is it now
I will find it again, murky depths somewhere, somehow
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