Poem By Kyle Harbinger

I have seen the sun
and lived.
Fished in the river
of colossal
purple mountains

Catching in abundance.
Like you
I spend half my life
In the dark world.
To be shown the answers
and not feel them-

Only to be thrown back
The light-
the soft rain cloud
its always raining.
as the moon looks on and laughs
it is high.

I completely forget
we are alone.
I am lost.
The dark world always forgives.

I am no longer.
If only the light
was made out of dark
the world would not exist

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