http://slow.writerscafe.org/DakotaRLane The original writings of author Dakota R. Lane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012989 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "this day is done, gone is the sun, morning shall rise with dawns early breath, nature awakes for a new day begins..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495934/ "Starlit sky, oh beautiful night, like shimmering diamonds do You rain down over the land, cast against the prairie and mountains, You illuminate Creation with majesty and splendor, the Heavens proclaim the Glory and the earth sings Your praise, all who bathe in Your light stand but in awe of You... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495931/   What is this turmoil I feel? It’s like I am torn in two by my feelings, the same feelings that betray me and betray my heart. I fall for the one I can never have and that have what I am looking for. Why is it that the very thing I need is always taken from me? I am spinning dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495903/ Its like my soul cries out for help yet no one listens, like a dying spirit that can not be heard. Slowly withering away through time with no hope of love or compassion, as if such pleasures were denied it from the beginning. A curse by which it must live the remainder of its days .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495902/  What is it that causes a man to fall in love, for love is not a male instinct but an instinct of a woman? For a woman knows of passion and emotion, thus the vital elements that make a feeling love.For Love is a complex of emotions, happiness, sorrow, joy, and despair. Yet, what makes a man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495901/  What is this pain and suffering that I feel inside? Every moment, every turn, every second, every song reminds me of you and tortures my mind constantly. I need you more than life itself; for you are my life, without you I am nothing, I am empty.I have become a faceless void in this barren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495899/ So why do I need to live. I am cursed to live my life without love, thus denied my whole purpose to live. That which makes my existence worthwhile has been denied from me. My spirit dies slowly, a long and painful decline in which I slowly lose my resolve and desire to live. What’s the purpose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495896/  There are times I wonder why I feel the way I do about those I love. For the feelings I feel are that of desperation, compassion, and confusion all rolled into one. Why do I fall for the ones I know I can never have. So I resign myself to that distant love that is all I have ever known.For.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495866/  Lost, Confused. Wandering, Wondering. Left to figure out why my life is still in existence? Wondering to what purpose and reason do I still live in this meaningless journey that I call my own life? Why does such human frailty exist in me, for nothing I do ever can be called a success.For I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495859/ It is from this pain and anguish that I have come, for I have become the sorrow of God forever knowing the lost love of those who will never see. For with such wisdom comes much sorrow, and the price of knowledge brings the pains of loneliness.The tears of Heaven fall from my eyes, for I have been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495858/ There are times that I am drawn by this feeling of uncertainty and fear towards a feeling of despair and hopelessness, but when I think of you and close my eyes and see your face in my dreams I know that things will be alright. Somehow, somewhere, there is hope for a future.But what is a future wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495850/   What have become? Somewhere in between a man and a boy, a child and an adult, I walk this lonely path alone. I have become a shell of someone who used to be. My spirit has left me yet my body keeps on living, breathing, moving while my spirit moves restlessly across this road, this b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakotaRLane/495848/