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My Twentieth Year - 15. summer night
Poem No. 34
Prelude:
When love's not love…
And has apathy only for hate…
When the sincerest insult is to tell the truth…
Poem:
On a summer night
When the heat is past its height
I lie awake
And wonder just what's at stake
My dream's a depressing sea
On a boat un-tethered but still not free
Sailing through a fog I cannot master
Because the mist simply rolls in faster.
I float along in the windward lee
Sensing the weight of utter despair, she,
Is a power that I won't be able to shake,
And could sink me perhaps before I wake.
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