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dearly devoted one,
allow me to take this chance to state
that the world itself resides on a strange path
and seems tilted on a precarious angle.
i do not know how this happened
except to say that it did.

and i am sorry for it.

sometimes our hands are bloodied
before we realize we hold the knife
and at times we see the crimson stains
and merely shut our eyes to it.
i never knew i had the heart of a killer
until i saw the blade and realized
the wounds inflicted on my behalf.

i shuddered against them
but the dreams were real.
i beg your pardon, i just simply
cannot figure out what i became.

there once was a man with
ironclad resolve who said, using my voice,
that nothing would change his convictions.
he gazed into the mirror of self and
affirmed this with his dying breaths.

but as i woke to find myself
surrounded by the darkness, i realized
we all live to see our shadows
and wrestle with the monsters
buried deep inside our closets.

tempered now, the spirit speaks to you
in words you listen to with patient ears
and an understanding heart.
hope springs eternal
i smile within the sunlight,
immortal though i am, i can yet
feel its rays upon my skin and i am not burned.

consider this one more step down this path.

i saw a light on in the distance
and feel the warmth provided me despite myself.
tomorrow is another day
yesterday is a lesson learned
and today is a promise, kept wrapped
with delicate, yet determined, hands sheltering it.

life is a wonder
with renewed purpose, i face it.
hope springs eternal
and i can breathe again.

your immortal poet,
peter

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dearly devoted one,
allow me to take this chance to state
that the world itself resides on a strange path
and seems tilted on a precarious angle.
i do not know how this happened
except to say that it did.

and i am sorry for it.

sometimes our hands are bloodied
before we realize we hold the knife
and at times we see the crimson stains
and merely shut our eyes to it.
i never knew i had the heart of a killer
until i saw the blade and realized
the wounds inflicted on my behalf.

i shuddered against them
but the dreams were real.
i beg your pardon, i just simply
cannot figure out what i became.

there once was a man with
ironclad resolve who said, using my voice,
that nothing would change his convictions.
he gazed into the mirror of self and
affirmed this with his dying breaths.

but as i woke to find myself
surrounded by the darkness, i realized
we all live to see our shadows
and wrestle with the monsters
buried deep inside our closets.

tempered now, the spirit speaks to you
in words you listen to with patient ears
and an understanding heart.
hope springs eternal
i smile within the sunlight,
immortal though i am, i can yet
feel its rays upon my skin and i am not burned.

consider this one more step down this path.

i saw a light on in the distance
and feel the warmth provided me despite myself.
tomorrow is another day
yesterday is a lesson learned
and today is a promise, kept wrapped
with delicate, yet determined, hands sheltering it.

life is a wonder
with renewed purpose, i face it.
hope springs eternal
and i can breathe again.

your immortal poet,
peter