Around each stony corner
Each dark and silent turn
Is a question I can't answer
A secret I can't burn.
Dreams that go unnoticed
Hope that's now decayed
Faith that goes unnurtured
Passions never played.
I grope in utter blindness
For something I can hold
A word to bring me comfort
A shelter from the cold.
Yet like a maze eternal
My path leads into night
No glimpse of moon or morning
No happy end in sight.
Caren E. Salas
This is my favorite poem of yours, from what I've read so far. You definitely convey a great deal of emotion, and for me, that is what I value the most in poetry.
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