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Seeking words
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Protestations In the dark cold of night
from which all the light has fled
knowing not what may need to be
to pierce the heart and make it bleed
words that may pierce within
cutting sharper than metal blade
leaving wounds that will never heal
hardening scars that will not fade
life before to be as dreams
losing sharpness as they recede
like dust gathering on a painting then
hiding all to be not seen
bright red splashes on creamy white
flowing pain burning hot
of the colors one would not see
to shine brightly in the light
hard sharp edges of day to day
straight lines of rules that guide
decisions that need never be made
thought not needed and done away
hard and fast and piercing through
piercing thoughts that cannot be
beating rhythms that are not heard
pounding deep inside of me
seeking change of all that is
breaking forth in light of day
standing forth for all to see
shouting the words that cannot be
