Being in the darkness of tribulations, no way to locate
the way into a solemn getaway.
Taking pathways into a desert of solitary confinement,
turning into sunbeams, hoping to find the way through
lightened enlightenment.
Whispering in my ear, drumming rhythms out of inner
rhapsodies being composed as I write.
Alone in the confines of this mind, never looking back,
forgetting the past and taking a turn into tomorrow's
futures.
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