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There comes
an hour
a sunset on
A days ones waited
many years.....
For this closure
much of life
has paid for it
with blood and tears.....
For sweet release
from cringing fears.....
The gloom
retreats
as evening dawns
upon feared dark
that held one tight.....
The jailbird
of the circumstance
emerges back
into the light.....
A light that burned
within and yet
had glowed so dim
one could not see....
The prison bars
that chained you...yet
concealed from you
that you wer'nt free.....
And in your grasp
lay this lock's key.....
And all because
you found this child
called 'Hope'
within your muted life.....
An innocence
she taught to look
in where lay joy
and where lay strife....
Not complex veils
that hid the facts
of 'Brutus'...backs
and concealed knife.....
The ones you'd trusted
all your life......
She paid your price
of sweet release
with taunts she bore
upon her soul.....
Laid on her
by whipping scorn
You lashed her with
in your hell-hole.....
Frustrated
and not knowing why
your blindness knew
of nothing more.....
And none at all
of freedom's shore....
She bore it all
for love...and taught
within all beasts
there lay this soul......
Not prisoner of
some greater goal......
That dwelt within
as hidden mole......
That choices made
determined how
what life you live
and NOT blind fate.....
For 'her' goals lay in macro flow
not one of I...the isolate....
'Hope' she showed you
how to dream.....
She brought you peace
through shrieks and screams.....
She balmed your wounds
your pride your aches......
She pointed 'truths' and other fakes.....
She led you out
where you could stake
with pride
the colours of your I.....
Not someone's ways
of where you die......
This sunset brings you
to your I....
your answers to
your where, how, why....
New cycles of
whats true, whats lie....
It is your song
to sing
or cry.....
Its now your life
to do and why....
Your sunsets tell you
how you die..........
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