I watch the receding sunset
Flexing my skills of detachment
From the turbulent world around me,
As I close my eyes, soar the galaxy
Hoping to bury my fears in space,
Would the sun heat burn them, leave no trace?
Yet the gnawing dread makes my spirit sink
Into the vortex of a spreading ink
Poured out to conquer the laid out world,
With its darkened reasons that are now unfurled
I struggle to hold varied truths I've known
Dare to speak, yet I find, I am so alone.
Cynthia Buhainbaello~~~06.15.16
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