Title:  Untitled
Author:  Kaleigh
Classification:  Poem
Rated:  G
Distribution:  Anywhere anyone wants to post it!  Please drop me an e-
mail if you do!  Thanks!
Feedback:  Would be much appreciated!  I'd greatly appreciate your
feedback by e-mail at kaleigh1013@my-deja.com
Spoilers:  None
Disclaimer:  The X-Files belongs to 1013 and FOX.  I think it's more
than safe to say that we all know this already, right?

This is a short poem in Mulder's POV (I've been writing a lot of MPOV
lately.  I don't quite know why...).  I hope you enjoy it!

Many thanks to all for reading &/or recommending!

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Frustration, longing, yearning claw vigorously at my inner being
Overpowering me with sensations borne silently for so long,
X-raying my inner core as if I were it's latest test subject.

Why am I destined for this life, to bear witness to the
Intolerable sacrifice of the simple human comforts I covet?
Leprous self-doubt gnaws at my battered, once-hopeful ego,
Luring me further into the darkness coming from within,
Interring me into it's shadowy tomb of whirring emotions,
Almost willing me to live only within my own mind, in the
Madness borne solely from years of unanswered questions.

Must I continue along this painful pathway by myself?
Unifying my heart even further with the cold thoughts,
Loneliness, the empty, hollow sounds of one who is
Drowning, struggling to find the meaning of the
Empty void that is present in the absence of my compliment,
Reaching in desperation to mend my fractured soul?

Softly, I am assuaged from my inner turmoil with the
Calmness of the statuesque, steady features, the
Understanding that ebbs from just one glance from
Luminescent, pure irises, from which I cannot hide, that
Leaves my heart to feel the unadulterated bliss that my
Youth craved but never quite seemed to capture.

Knowledge that I am not alone in my journey
Allows perseverance's strength to build and grow
Telling me to press ever forward, though it becomes
Harder as time's cunning clock continues to tick.
Enjoyment, satisfaction wells within my beaten mind
Reminding me of my life's purposes and designs,
Instilling hope deep down into my marrow,
Nurturing the blinding love that consumes me,
Encouraging me to reach toward that elusive light.

Darkness lifts it's heavy hold around my heart
As my love's pupils earnestly search my own
Noting the agonizing years of silent solitude, and
Accessing, illuminating, soothing those places hidden within.

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