I wonder the halls all alone
Silence echoes with a groan
Bounces off the walls
To my soul it calls
Wounded so very deep
Pain is never cheap
Bought slowly over time
Ever weeping, pain sublime
Tears stream down my cheeks
From my eyes endless leaks
Battered heart bloody torn
Rue the day that I was born
But know that all's not sorrow
Bad today but there's tomorrow
Each new day is a new start
Another chance for my heart
Another beginning, this is true
I remember that, so must you
Beautifully expressed...10 You are invited my poems posted recently..
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Yes there is always tomorrow. Without hope where would the world be. Your ink expresses so much. Always wonderful to read your work and I thank you for reading mine. You are one tough cookie! Bless you Tony.... you so deserve it! ! ! ! ! !
Thank you Lynn. Your comments are always welcome.