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A Place of Solace January 3, 2008

Posted by Steve in poems.
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I do not know what is the light.
The vision’s darkened from my sight.
The quest to tell what’s wrong or right
is always hard for me.

Black and white, alive and dead;
the difference clear within my head.
But gray is gray when all is said.
The shades all mixed by me

A thousand minds speak now aloud–
a thousand dreams among the crowd–
a thousand thousand opinions loud
all seek to confound me.

A final place I go to seek.
A place of solace from havoc wreaked.
I’ll go alone and quiet and meek
if none will accompany me.

But I seek not to go alone
but to take souls with me to my new home,
And a shattered soul of broken stone,
if it wants to stay with me.

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