J. Alan Garcia
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From Dream To Despair
I open my eyes and see nothing except desolate darkness ahead,
The last dimming light has gone out and all of my hope is dead.
What was once a place of solace reserved for those in love and trust,
Is now a place where I sit alone, to delirium I find myself lost.
As I dolefully look on the days of joy that have long since passed,
I remember our smiles, to those days I cry out, “Come back! ”
We were once friends and lovers, the same as two birds in the sky,
Those memories now overshadowed by the night we fought and cried.
Their malevolent words pierced through my ...