I received this new poem from Maieh today. - poetheart 08/26/01
Through a darkened path, a
a walk was made with blinded eyes.
Every thorn leaves such distinctive mark,
but virtual pain was bereaved to
anticipating minds.
The journey was long; of vehement agony,
Its derision lost to numbness and inanity.
Though the end is far from reach,
emnity was not once vivid
And though the blood continually drips,
the steps fall into a slumbered falter,
he walks, head up high,
lost not of hope, until he sees the very end;
The finality, the end of line.
by Maieh
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