Laying here alone in the dark, I’m solemly praying,
for something out there to tell me that I’ll be forgiven.
Down in this hole I lay cold & lonely, swiftly decaying,
waiting for the sun to shine upon me once again.

So many dreams lost in the shadows, boundless and gone.
Oblivion I surely see as far as the endless darkness.
Can anyone hear me as I silently wail below the garden lawn,
as I disintegrate in this hole turning into a fungus.

Just show me a sign, even a tiny glow, a shine of hope.
To see that light once again, just show me that it’s not the end.
Praying for the sun to shine down on me again is how I cope,
awaiting for my time to come, to live again as I ascend.

For so long I’ve been here, just a box full of crusty bones,
so much time I thought about it all, but that’s all that I can do.
Too much contemplation constantly questioning unknowns,
in perpetuity waiting for the sun to shine through.

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Posted on August 7th, 2008 by Enchantment and Disputation
Filed under: Poetry