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By Stone Bryson

I’ve been......

hoping for a respite,

an escape from what’s inside,

to put the thoughts I’ve had to rest

and grab a little peace of mind.

For I’m...

searching for a window so I can see my self-respect,

to turn those mass of voices... into whispers I forget,

and spend a little time with the joy of life I knew,

to push aside delusions, with the things I know are true.

I want to

rise above the constant fear

for a dream to call my own,

and finally find a life I can call

home.

I am......

tired of the struggle,

with all that batters me without,

strung out by the superficial hope

that existence is about.

Now I’m...

desperate for a solid which can anchor what’s adrift,

to calm the raging waters... for my own damned benefit,

and achieve a little silence to the din that works my soul,

to recover the remaining bits, of what had made me whole.

I want to

eradicate the constant pain

with the lies I have been shown,

and find a piece of me I can call

home.

Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written March 2008

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