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Darkness
My bruised heart
feels nothing.
I do not hear your voice.
My pulse is
as slow as death.
The minutes
feel like hours.
The ticking
of the clock
is like sand
dripping through
the hour glass
of my life.
The sun
is no longer present,
I cannot feel
it's golden fingers
of warmth,
Penetrating through
the dense fog of my life.
There is no direction,
no hope, only Darkness.
I think we've all gotten to that point, where we feel there is no light at the end of the tunnel, but sooner or later, we reach that light, and appreciate it more than ever. This is a great poem. Keep up the good work.