A Pagan Mind

Endless stream of loneliness flow inside me,
So deep and cold and there is nothing to see...
Sorrow,
Fear,
All the dark and painfull sense,
Blinding thought singing in my deepest trance...
No shadow nor light nor anything in between,
All is plain; not pure...
Reminds me what kind of pagan i have been...

by Michael Devant

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The emotion of this poem I can relate too... Very good, two thumbs up.