HOPE
I follow my own fiery traces through the night
Guided by the dictates of my conscience
- Prodded in sessions of sweet silent thought -
I take bold steps with enough patience
Sure of two things like a knight;
Victory or cessation of my existence
What is to come is still unsure
But all these I still endure
In my mind's keening
Until I feel the world’s a heaven
When the journey ends
With one more abounding hope
Even In the shadow of a tomb
Saddie
@2016 TM
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