The Big Black Pen
The big black pen...
The fragility of men
over and over we do our best
again and again
and the worst
collects; compounds
at the end
Between the rays of light
find you the thoughts of man
there between the void
(euphoria..........and the paranoid)
Plays at rest our soul
Restless, hungry for restoration
We know we don't belong
Never did...we long to go home
poem by Midnights Voice
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