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Monday, June 14, 2004

Poem of Struggle

The fire within me is burning
Suddenly you swept it away
You poured a pail of water
On my blazing flame
Left nothing to me
Only ashes of hate

As I pick-up each dust bestowed
The pain reiterates
Reminiscences of wreckage
Are all that exist
The burden caused
By a selfish brawl

The route I’m taking is a awfully dark
Not even a streak of light
Shabby and Steep
That’s my mountain
Anxious and Horrendous
That’s my subsistence

I imagine that one day
A flower will blossom
With these ashes you’ve left
Bliss will nourish
A smile will hail
A better person


CEMV
10-01-03

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