8) LOST DAWNS
fractured
and fragmented
sleep
everyday
welcomes me
and
comforts me
with
aches and agonies
emerging
with a broad,
loud and resonant
laugh
from
the heaps of huddled ashes
amidst dreadful ruins
of dreams dead
and memories morose;
night after night
they populate
my waking sleep
and depopulate
even the dreams
of empty days
and
blank future-
framed in
in that vast
blankness
of the surrounding
stunning darkness
is the flamed
fabric of life
waiting for
the ashes alone, alone,
alone in loneliness!
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