Monday, January 12, 2009


To worlds that seem to have no need of light
I've come as a beggar, begging alms of sight.

I've come to walk and walk and walk until
Deep in my mind decisions have been made.

I've come alone to walk till dawn alone...but still
I've come to ask the dark for aid.

I felt the echoed longing for departure
And would ease my pain in something that would balm...

For all that brought me to the dark disturbed,
I seek to, in the darkness, calm.

Copyright 1990 Anissa Nedzel Gage

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