Shattered dreams,
loneliness and despair,
heartache, sorrow
with nothing to share.
The day is changing
and the sun is gone,
drapes of darkness
are holding strong.
Made a promise,
held it long and
now in passing
rewrites the wrong.
Unaccustomed to
something new,
the road untraveled
belongs to who?
Friday, May 11, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
The Child in Me
Hobby horse,
child at play,
breaking glass,
memories remain.
Sad and lonely,
dark and gray,
haunting tales
of yesterday.
child at play,
breaking glass,
memories remain.
Sad and lonely,
dark and gray,
haunting tales
of yesterday.
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