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I see it there bold before
me
In every syllable and sound
That glares and reveals clear
The softness has vanished
The hope and anguish missing
That wrapped my every dream
Not that dreams have come
true
Nor that the destination
reached
Neither has emptiness
diminished
Yet a hard covering embalms
me so
That even the raging pain
within
Smothers, and rages no more
Molten coals no longer glow
Embers are cold ash, waiting
To be raked and emptied with
trash
A clean grate or a clean
slate
Whatever it may be called
What remains, is that I
exist not at all…
~Glowing Embers~
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