footsteps now walking in my mind
with a slow and measured tread,
the sky of illusion breaks and falls,
now, screams the stranger in my head.

alone within this lively crowd
of thoughts the conscience fears,
silence trys, but will never drown
the sadness that laughs and jeers.

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and now I hear
a farewell cry
a shout of pain
falls from the sky
a wheeling gull
does fly
my senses mulled
to die
a fool
of anguish torn
rising in the morn
of a life
that needs
no prayer
to live its day
and continually stare
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