Bitter tears, dark and full of malice
falling dreams, pooled in white light
my dreams, fanciful and horrid
startle me into existence
I heard, felt, tasted and wept
as the image of today swelled
breaking over me like the sea, tepid
these soulless beings, without warmth
compassion-less; they bravely hide
darkening the light of childhood.
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