Now we see but through a glass darkly

human

If I shed
this tear
that is about
to fall,
I risk
being human,
again. . .
A world
I thought done with,
long ago.
A journey
from the most
profound darkness
into the light,
which is
my ladies eyes.
All this
to once again,
feel love.

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Compassion,
I like it not.
It seeps with venom
from my soul
to fall
bottomless,
in a sea
of discontent.

An ocean vast
it is,
filled with tears
shed in vain
for the wanting
of a true feeling
to emerge,
unbidden
by the crowd.

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Why do we
await the coming
of dawn?
Is it the
anticipation
of the light,
a new day
full of wonders.

Or,
are we running
from the darkness
of night,
of all things
hidden in shadow.

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These dark emotions
which at times
threaten to
overwhelm us
can be bridled,
and used. . .
For without the darkness
how would we know
the light.