Poetry By Robert Costello
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The Search Part II

I know I am not the only one left,
For my senses tell me otherwise...
and if it means I must travel this world,
So be it, I shall no longer hide.

My maker She has long since passed,
I've come to Dwell in Darknees alone.
This deep-rooted lonliness; with me so long,
You'd think it was all I've ever known.

Yet I remember a time ages ago...
So distant...It seems to be a dream.
When together we played & drank of life,
Even found laughter in a mortal's screams.

Copyright©2003 Robert Costello