Hope has died
Buried alive
Under dirt
And rock
And debris
No turning back
No what may come
No future of possibility
Bared jagged soul
Laid opened wide
In pieces
On my floor
Bleeding
Writhing
Horrid pain
No knock upon my door
Left alone
Grief to bear
Reality to face
Bruised heart
Time can't heal
the memories I trace
Beauty marred
Perspective false
Air that I can't breathe
Story unfolded
I couldn't rewrite
The end where you leave
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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