This Poem owes its birth to my senses and emotional intuition.
"Your inner most thoughts scream to me, like echos in a mountain side"
"Your pain speaks to me in volumes, despite the hastily erected walls you build to hide the damage and mess"
"Your fears lay naked before me, seeking guidance through the mist and darkness, while others walk by oblivious to the anguish"
"You facade shows the patchwork attempts to hold it together as your strength wains and fades"
"Your fears hold your hand with a cold embrace and leads you in circles, as old habit lights your path"
(C) Daryl Brunt 2010
"Your inner most thoughts scream to me, like echos in a mountain side"
"Your pain speaks to me in volumes, despite the hastily erected walls you build to hide the damage and mess"
"Your fears lay naked before me, seeking guidance through the mist and darkness, while others walk by oblivious to the anguish"
"You facade shows the patchwork attempts to hold it together as your strength wains and fades"
"Your fears hold your hand with a cold embrace and leads you in circles, as old habit lights your path"
(C) Daryl Brunt 2010
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