winter wraps its quiet calm
ruthlessly around my heart
dragging me out of the night
desiccated blossoms droop
dripping hopeless tears
in the harsh morning light
why awaken at all I ask
when the fools around me
still to these insanities cling
why step forth at all, my friends
when these furious voices
praising a pathetic tyrant do sing
my soul from birth dreamily
drawing on hope and light
to the seas longed to embark
but in the midst of this shameful
display of ignorance and hatred
I find I now prefer the dark

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Sometimes we wonder why are we being awake and still experience nightmares.
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Yes! Excellent poem friend
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Beautiful blog
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Thank you much.
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