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Hero in Time

My soul is feeling extremely blue,
so blue as the azure-hued sky.
Seemingly devoid of any hope, only despair in it lies.
The light unseen, only the pain seems real.
Melancholy is all there is to claim.
Passively waiting on a timely clue, to draw its way near.
To rid this heavy burden, paying life's plain fined.
To break the spell, a hollowed grip that jails this soul of mine.

Return must I to grandeur gazes
where the moonlight shines so sweet
Splendidly soothing this sullen soul
like the illuminable stars in the scattered dark deep

Time does emerge from the midst of gloom,
to ease the troubled mind.
A hero, the aid, to walk me to the light.
Time indeed, is a calm escape
that takes me to a place, where the sea no longer rages.
and the storm no longer surges.
Atlast all things are made renewed,
within the pass of time.

Copyright © 2012

poem by Godfrey Morris
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