Mar 4, 2013


The light of me hides the light of others,
    yet they seem to embrace me.

The space of me hides the expanse of others,
    yet they sense no loss.

The voice of me spreads forever breaking the silence,
    yet they feel comforted to know nothing more.

I destroy something they try to save,
    yet they help me pave my paths.

See me as a welcome friend,
    no demon seen in heart.

They build me, cherish me and hate me;
    now who’s the confusing one?


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