Signed by Karen

To hold these stinging cold bars

in hopes of having that morsel heat of the sun

To get my feet stand on the piercing broken pieces of glass

just to get a glimpse of the rising of the sun.

Will i ever see beyond the darkness of this cell?

will this ever make sense as i put myself to every inch of pain?

How will things turn out to be?

As i swim my way to denial...

There is so much to learn about

so much to realize and accept

in the end i ask

"is this what's really bound to happen?"

Bring me to my senses

that i may see i shouldn't be a captive of my own desires.

blind me from the things of this world

So i can see clearly through this parody.

So i can escape from this suffocating universe.

---let my faith go beyond

beyond the deception of reality.

Let me come to my senses and be at Your feet

that i may see through the mist

of vagueness

that i may never forego

of the happiness

i once embraced.

To know that this

is not one of the

gleaming light

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