Midnight musing

There are words within me that beg to be spoken
like wine from a cup that is yet unbroken
a call to arms for the child of hope and
misery to wake.

There are fears in my heart that beat like thunder
pound in my ears a shifting mutter
no rest for the blood in my veins to slow
and cool.

This world is a pool of wonder and lies
a couple of truths twisted and tried
so I walk through the valley of darkness
with my seething mind.

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