On the shoulders of the day
I sense no warmth,
Only a sadness
As I pry in benighted blae.
In the darkness there is a light
It casts a shadow on the wall
Pandora's box lies open
Curtsy for the curtain call.
My eyes pursue the light
In the darkest depths I grope
To find what I am searching for
A meager trace of hope.
2011 © LH
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