A shadow of a doubt has never felt so real.
Clouding my senses the cliché takes face.
Of more than just a saying but a darkness I feel,
A shade overcoming the brightest of days
The 12 o' clock sun only hides affliction--
Only a distortion of truth that gives me small rest,
Before extending it out in another direction.
Only extinguished by passing the test
Of surrender to self, where God's way is the best.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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