Eyes Of A Dice

      I seek you
      in the depths of darkness
      from which I come!
      Cold to the noises
      and embraces;
      keen to the grin
      of sin.

      Dumb in silence
      I am,
      to the beat of the moment---
      the knock of torment!
      Sored to the tears,
      and ears,
      and bones.

      As a shadow
      on the horizon
      I pace
      in space!
      Cast is the sun;
      much is undone---
      I am a fool.

      Aghast I stand
      beyond
      that of me---
      a broken knee!
      Failed to hopes,
      lost to goals,
      died to dreams.

      Forgot to live;
      forlorn to die
      till I
      amidst rue
      find you
      in the shallows of light
      to which I go.

            Lowell R. Luis
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