the white whispers sorrow
the emptiness spews fear
it doesnt lie it only reminds
what inevitably nears
across these white walls
dance memories and faces
twirling and leaping
among the empty spaces
a road among them
i aspire to see
a glimpse of hope
what is intended to be
for now i cry
in cold hands i fall
to dwell in my hatred
of these empty white walls
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Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor. ~Dr. Alexis Carrel
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