Poem -

Walk to the End

I walked glistening empty streets
dark crooning it's sweet tune
street lights leaking tiny hell-fires
phantoms of deprivation awaited
the hollow beat of my footsteps
promise of stone-death in white eyes
from pain, sorrow, hatred, life.

how far have I drifted 
from who I was 
who I could've been
from the one who stood waiting
for the burn of my black sun

courage shall find me soon 
when I lay cold as winter's curse
floating in the poison's Dead Sea 
will you visit me in your dreams
say goodbye to lifeless eyes 

grieving streetlights served me well
flickering light, for these words
carved into my chest your name
born into the eclipse
I sought your hand
then cut the vein that held it's life
without you
wait
yes-- I have found hell
tonight I begin to say goodbye
tonight I've found
where these streetlights end. 

©Lost

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Larry Ran

My Dear Friend Lost,

Sometimes when the street lights end, they accede to rising sun;
It's warmth can heal a hurting heart, a new day then begun!
The solstice of yesterday's sadness, becomes the new dream of today;
The sobbing slowly dissipates, as smiles come your way!

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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Lost

Thank you for the hopeful paradoxical response Larry. 

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