In solitude my nights are a failure but then, so what? Long I have been damaged - crippled. Unsure that I can continue to fight Unsure if I will be able to persevere all day -- days, typical tomorrows. I am the bloodless battlefield of life and I weep like a child for the past. One thing I fight for is my little bit of inward peace Although desire maybe dead. I am still a man -- weather-beaten windswept out-waiting pain. Yet sunlight continues to filter on -- drizzle creeps down clothes forming puddles beneath my shoes. I must confess I have become fatigued over the years my autumn-love. It is enough you are within as often I am beaten.
"Shadows Alive In Sun" penned by David E. Barnes - Posted Thursday, December 11, 2003.
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