Experiment #3 (Distant)

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Sun's rays don't light for the individual, made small
Hell awaits inside slumber
Endless nights beckon, luridly flashing the blade, tempting

Internally malevolent, the soul is cursed, wracked
Surely death mocks him.

Separation
Out of reach

Been there but now gone
Eternally desirous but never fulfilled
Awesome darkness – the soft folds of blackest night
Unusually severe on oneself
The photons of light screech through the crystalline glass
I don't believe, I cannot believe, I will not trust
Farther and farther...
Unable to make contact – light years cannot be conquered
Languishing in the throes of unrequited need

I think, maybe, just alone. Lonely.

Peace.
Andrew W. 12/96

Note: I am not exactly sure about this one, I wrote it about three years ago. I'm going to assume this is one of my first attempts in this particular vein. Notice the adept change of perspective, environment, and tense ;-) You see why I don't often try to use a poetic form of any sort.

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