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On
those darkest of days,
When
I feel no one cares
In
that funnel of doom
The
loneliness
Overwhelms
me
Consumes
me
Makes
me feel
Empty
Blank
Useless
Energy-less
Fruitless
Forgettable
Unaware
Of my
place
In
the Universe
Reserved
for me only
Kept
by a thin veil of prayer
Of
those who went before me
The
supplications of ancestors
Feeds
and Fashions my spirit and
Makes me whole again
© 2010, Vicie A. Rolling |
Poetry
