As The Wheels Of Time Grind Poem by Brett White

As the Wheels of Time Grind,
Slowly the Pain eases in my weary mind;
When ev'ry thought doth seem to remind-
mem'ries of thee I now find...

Haunting my days like Ghosts of Yore:
Thou Blessings of Love now a chore.
And I cannot see thee anymore,
And it makes ev'ry fibre in my soul sore.

Tender the thread that connects us thus-
And monumental's the task of rebuilding trust.
Never confuse love with lust,
Thou shalt find thyself a
broken
bust.