Promised Peace
Sit I here and wonder; of this place in darkness, still. This cold endless where I wander, quiet. Yet be this just a story of that which is life; or be it dream filled sleep. Flicker does the candle without wind; so to the place in still darkness. Ends winter's sun as on my journey I walk. To where I know not; nor matters it not at all. If this be reality, then am I lost. Yet should this be a dream; then wish I no one to see it. For in this cold, darkened place there is not life; as I wonder where is this promised peace...
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Mark
ReplyDeleteYou do not walk alone, many walk with you, there is light Mark, just keep walk toward iTake care
Sue