Lost Poem by Vincent Feliciano
Lost
Familiar faces all stand and stare
But no one sees me crying
And I just can't keep from holding tight
To the memories of yesterday
I look behind to see the empty trails
Of seething ashes and broken dreams
Burned and shattered
By the fiery fate of my own hands
Perhaps never again
Shall I touch the things
I desire to hold so close
For fear of tearing down
The things i've built by ushered hopes
And dreams of peace
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