Long Years

July 3, 2008

He was always searching

for the one thing

that would save him –

never finding more

then brief shelter

in arms of lovers,

flashes of comfort

against centuries seeking,

fighting for redemption,

forgiveness, a chance

to escape endless

existence, but always

held back, lost

in a world not what

was envisioned, yet

molded into something

unimaginably  beautiful,

choices and possibilities

leading into attrocities

balanced against kindness,

humanity struggling forward

or leaping ahead, no two days

quite the same.

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