by Captured Illusion

Created on: December 19, 2009

A fear to end each day is covered in majestic ways.

Egyptian cotton,satin pillows,on to which my head soon lays.

All the treasures at my feet, the roses fragrant petals sweet.

Canopy above will hide, the sadness of these mourning sighs.

Alas I kneel before Thy Grace, I pray of all the hurt we face.

Our journey offers power, fame,and wealth to cover up a hole;

Illusions of contentment, never satisfying this hurting, empty soul.

.Into your care, my tears do shed, illusions from this lonely bed

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