Saltwater to my thirst

Cease a glimpse of breathing warmth

For it is salt water to my thirst.

Better to forget all of good

Then to miss it till the yearn will burst.

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In hunger, food stings the eye,

Like horizons glazed in dreams, unreached.

And a never ending costs of wants

Too barricaded to be beseeched.

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Where metal locks tie hearts in chains,

For lack of strength to try to see.

Blindness sheds responsibility,

And mocks what minds are meant to be.

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Cease a glimpse of breathing warmth,

Lock it in eternal night.

Too bright for my darkened plight,

Is joy’s gleeful stream of light.