I sometimes wonder about this world

In love alone numbers and years

Something extraordinary… (Or ugly)

None could write of freedom of long stained tears,

I can’t find my voice Speaking in letters and riddles

Indeed to those moments of despair,

Yes! insanity could have been too easy

But has there been any answer for honesty?

Raw and simple of break-back running;

Staring ahead in the darkest of days,

A horror could never be unsaid;

A heart could never  be unwound

A song could never be unsung…

An end does not come without beginning

Where will I go from this moment?

I stand here; I carry my weight, Naked

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