I lose all hope and I hate you
wishing we never met,
cursing you for making me feel
that we had a chance,
I hide in my room, away from the world,
being a slave to the silence;
yet I see myself floating with you
high in the clouds without chains,
and when I look in your eyes
I begin to contemplate, and understand
that from the pain you bring
I will find love
So I surrender to you
finding the quiet peace within,
that comes from a prayer
that fell like stardust
traveling on the torment
that is everlasting hope
© Antonio Beardall
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