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Saturday, February 11, 2012

The Curse ... of Immersed

Awake! Awake! ‘t is not time for sleeping
Mine walls closing in, the Earth spinning faster
Tears rain from above, the sky is weeping
Happiness denied…empathy master

With face upturned the water imbrues me
Each tear ‘t is tinged a morose sanguine red
Upon blackened clouds, faces I do see
Manifest of those aggrieved tortured dead

I point in desperation to her, my wife
“Do you not see them, feel their stinging tears?”
She opens umbrella, to her this is life
Understanding, patronizing…my fears

Consoling the word…belief in heaven
Mine “die” has been cast…never a seven

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