Never Ending

by zachok   Mar 28, 2005


Ive fallen down at my darkest hour,
Sliding down into a sea of turbulent flow,
Total darkness sets the skies ablaze in power,
Disruptive to those troubled in the course of passion,
Losing the will in a recess to find that everlasting flower,
Suffering from a irrational motive that is filled with fervor,
Never understanding the lack of compassion,
Motivation sets me to strive for an intent,
That will disrupt the present torment.

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