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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Look

I look forward,
but just see clouds.
Do they bring me hope?

I look behind me,
see the good.
The good and the bad.

I look beside me,
there's so many there.
But the one that I need?

I look under me,
the ground is falling away.
Where to grasp?

I look to others,
those around me.
They seem to look through me.

I look inside,
there is so much.
Mazes, questions and fears.

I look away,
not wanting to know.
Where am I now?

I look in a mirror,
nothing is looking back.
I realize I am blind.

1 comment:

  1. I worry about you my dear. Are you okay? Cause you seem to be withdrawing the last several months. Lots of loneliness in your writings. How can I help?

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