Some say their life's a lie,
Some say dreams always die,
In dark and weary lines
Deep sadness words define.
Engulfed in the abyss,
Weakened in confinement,
The joy of life they truly miss
Absorbed in endless lament.
If those who left could only see
The utter devastation,
Of wasted time for what can't be-
The hopeless self-destruction.
All words of comfort futile, fade-
The door is closed to healing.
The only key is one choice made:
To leave the past and go on living.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~10.01.14
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