Whom will I hold in my darkest hour?
Can such a time be shared?
Birth and death is a single breath
Does it matter at all who cares?
Singular is my mission on earth
My loneliness is justified
And yet depressed I often reflect
Is desire thus vilified?
Life is too large to circumvent
In solitary travail
But I fear to trust this daring bluff
These hopes and dreams, this sky, this love
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THE SECRET OPERA HOUSE
PoetryTHE SECRET OPERA HOUSE is a poetry collection of meditative thoughts and simple rhymes; there are very long poems, short poems, dramatic poetry for drama or performance poetry, and free style essays. The poems all have either christian or romantic t...
