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Elusive thought patterns,
That bind the soul
Of the tortured fragile grasp
Of an innermost desire
To right the wrong and slowly tear
Away the stitches
From a scared bloodied heart
Rests below
A glass pedestal
Of broken dreams.
But the redemption of wings
Sprouts from the weathered blade
Of a rusty sword
Embedded in the cold dark soil.
Light surpasses
The shrouded deadly nightmares
As demons grasp the tearing flesh
That lingers on the rust
Upon the blade.
The Light awaits the patient seeker
Who wanders the desolate wastelands
In search of a better tomorrow.
But finds that of all the countless searching
Was petty time wasted
When all the hope,
The joy,
The love,
And the beauty,
Were all right in front
Of their eyes to begin with.
No more tears,
No more anger,
No more fears.
That bind the soul
Of the tortured fragile grasp
Of an innermost desire
To right the wrong and slowly tear
Away the stitches
From a scared bloodied heart
Rests below
A glass pedestal
Of broken dreams.
But the redemption of wings
Sprouts from the weathered blade
Of a rusty sword
Embedded in the cold dark soil.
Light surpasses
The shrouded deadly nightmares
As demons grasp the tearing flesh
That lingers on the rust
Upon the blade.
The Light awaits the patient seeker
Who wanders the desolate wastelands
In search of a better tomorrow.
But finds that of all the countless searching
Was petty time wasted
When all the hope,
The joy,
The love,
And the beauty,
Were all right in front
Of their eyes to begin with.
No more tears,
No more anger,
No more fears.