Finding memories of love and sadness
hidden in the loneliest dark
that onetime glimpse of gladness
broken down so endlessly stark
Do I remember the sigh of hope
that bittersweet whisper of the heart
shattered, wounded, no way to cope
beaten, outcast after each restart
The end of dreams in a heart of stone
ripped apart in a flight of lies
deep cutting, into the bone
the soul too deaf to hear the cries
Can I even go back in time
to find the moments so sweet
it doesn't make a gentle rhyme
solely an empty rhythm of defeat
September 7,2013
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