Nebulous Pathway

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Night goes to my consternation

Distraught I stand before sunrise

Cold rays of annihilation

Embellish my murky surmise

Whirl in my head elusive hopes

Doleful I tread in heresy

Hung from hours annular ropes

I am left far from God’s mercy

Deprived of viable treasures

Tremulous wishes I sire

I have no intrinsic pleasures

My life reeks of a dark mire

Himedal

June 2012

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