Each moment of hope
a lifetime of despair
I starved on the empty plate
of my heart in disrepair
Roses of empty dreams
filled the hollows of my empty nest
each a weeping color
on the canvas of my quest
Tentative whispers
teasing hopeful ears
in the self-portrait
of the mirror of my tears
Scrape my scarring sorrow
my loving God above
and find for me tomorrow
a soft, sweet love
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