Christopher Hayflinger Poems

My heart rest weary at the stoop of my future
Laid to rest are the antagonistic crimes of my past
As i walk through the door of my worlds yet to be
I am daunted by the deafening sound of silence
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My darkest days and coldest hours are upon my weak and weary soul.... I believe there will be sunshine when I'm gone....
Grey sky to day.....
Washed away by the rain of a million tears......
The world will rise anew....
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