What lies before me?
A shell of former hope.
what was once a thriving entity,
now lay beneath me;
battered and broke.
Along with pain comes inspiration,
but inspiration can be done without.
The delusion of constant warmth and admiration;
two souls as one with no complication,
I've begun to doubt.
The righteous path,
is the one less traveled,
when leading to my heart.
these paths ,
it seems,
my hopes and dreams,
have been savagely torn apart.
My state of being has no name.
My soul has lost expression.
My inner glow has lost its luster;
my delight befalls depression.
I yearn to awaken from this dream,
I beg and plead with my mind;
seize me from this wicked nightmare,
and leave the hurt behind.
But liberation fails;
I am wide awake,
swimming through a river of salty tears;
the wounds still fresh,
the salt,
it stings.
How much more can a person take?
2006-09-01
08:32:31
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ladyjno7
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