Drinking from a vial of dark sadness, cannot forget,
will not forget; mind reeling, mouth twisted, choking;
this pain is not terminal it is permanent.
Pain, an accumulation from the past that lingers in
memory, drifting in dreams, floundering on invisible
winds of winter; searching through the impenetrable
haze called tomorrow.
A frosted pane, bare branches waving does not clear
the cobwebbed corners of a grieving mind.
A fractured mirror imaging the soul dances among the
sunlight, a pit of Hell or tower to the Heavens fear is no
longer the builder of an unfinished life.
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I must say that I wish I had written this! That’s how much I love it!
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