#68
Finally, my sad song is terminating.
Glad to be alive even though pain through this gave joy permeating.
Still rocks screech and slide through my brain, but I will no longer hide,
No longer shall a frown mask my soul,
It is breaking,
Something wild, warm, and hopeful crushes through shaking.
From their dark roots and foundations, the ill-begotten doubts of joy and frustrations
The walls of gloomy trees that made that mask, are now being ripped out by a force that’s moving fast.
BF; August 26, 2004
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