Endless Deep

Some dark nights ask eternal dreams

As souls wallow in dull discontent,

But bright summer days and deep blue streams

Give answers to the greatest of torment.

In the end everyone is free,

Though our paths are wicked and winding,

And after we’ve paid our life’s due fee,

We find breaking our binds to be blinding.

But there is movement in the endless deep,

A sulking and sinking and severance.

As nightmares are pulled away from the sheep,

And freedom is the highest of reverence.

  

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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