Forever Gone

we are all terminal,

waiting for a final diagnosis,

transients living transitory lives,

making temporary arrangements,

in a temporary world,

deciding on choices and decisions,

which fade like the early morning mist;

the choice is not ours;

this is not the life I wanted it to be,

I am not the man I thought I would be,

not the person I pretend to be,

some unknown creature, lost and far away,

surrounded by unseen chains and bars;

the past is never far away;

the pain grows deeper,

the suffering more intense,

the nighttime darkness closes in,

the silence quietly returns,

doors close without mercy;

we reap what we sow;

searching for a Way,

trusting in the Truth,

waiting for the Light,

today a new day dawned,

You have restored all that was lost,

once more, You pull me from this

prison of self-absorption;

the misery forever gone.

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