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    The darkest corners of my soul I look
    to find the anger that has taken control.
    Keeper of my pain,I seize your madness,and
    release my shame. Demons of all my entire
    passing in time free this heart and give me
    back,which once was mine.
    Empty faces of shame I see and none bear
    their desire to me. Silhouettes of night, I
    suffocate from your arms that hold too
    tight. Stripped and naked am I. Alone and
    left to die? Imprisoned with sorrow and pain
    my heart is slain.
    Time has no existence in a world of doom.
    Life unveils where damnation looms. Release
    and let go. Give back my control.
    I look to the dark corners to see. In my
    madness am I left to be?
    Connie Lynn Lawson

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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