J. Alan Garcia
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 overshad