Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Wasting my Gift

In diabolical dreams
Ancient worlds
They come to me
 Prophesizing demise and death
And I know I brought upon myself
And I feel the burden settle upon me
Hang on my soul
The burden of the guilt
Of having clear eyes
Of seeing the wrongs and letting it take place
 And not lifting a finger,
Wasting my gift.

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