Darkness comes again
Light ceases to show us the world
I know I am here now
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There are days now
Without much poetry
I do not read
I lose the need to write
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Not always is the music heard inside-
Not always do the poems come-
Tiredness and emptiness are often silence,
And ‘wanting' a poem is not enough
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It is too quiet
It is difficult not be lonely
The day has been long
There has been so much time
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When there is nothing to look forward to
But problems and difficulties
Unhappy moments and unhappy days
Courage is required
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I know one source of my sadness today
It is that everything will be gone
So much now I so loved
Is already gone
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Up and down
Down and up
My moods play their game in me
As I from time to time
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The poems have gone from me
I will try to bring them back
Without them
I wander meaningless and lost
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There is a music somewhere
Which all of us hear
Telling us why
We live and enjoy
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In my old age
I collect the dead
as if they were
Pins to pierce my soul with
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