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Awaiting Happiness
A falsehood;
or illusion,it seems...
I long to write one happy piece;
to rise above the demons-
not yet deceased;
I lie beneath.
Lost it is
and to bring it back, whole;
Does the answer lie within?
Have I the control?
It remains out of reach.
Each question;
unanswered;
...a burden, trapped with my soul.
copyright(C)2007 Deanna Prall
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