This was written while in Japan. I was all of 21 years old and still trying to figure out where my mind was at and where it was going. My nights were beginning to be dominated by long dark dreams. This is dedicated to to Loreta Perol Legault.
In front of the barracks under a tree,
I sit in silence and feel the wet tears
streaming down my cheeks.
They speak to me of unknown thoughts
and anonymous feelings, that fester long
in my suppressed emotional existence.
The darkness of night endures and conceals
from others view, the seething agonies
that use the minds shadows to hide.
in the distance, out of my minds eye
a light of hope and joy radiates,
but I cannot see through my tears.
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