Countless hours and sadness flies
Not. I miss the comfort in your eyes
Or the warmth that radiates from your smile.
Heating me with hope for e'en a short while.
But, alas, long and grey the day does wane.
The cacophony of emptiness within my brain
Does not drown' out the bleakest chord.
And I am cut asunder by the mightest sword.
What say you friend, "How is it so?"
The lass pierced deeply no more to grow
And sing? What treachery is pon darken'd field?
"Trust in love" she had come to yield
and In that pliable moment she was torn
Left for dead, badly broken, lost, forlorn..
"Trust in Naught" one friend had said,
"Twill be a darkness worse than dead,
When the very essence of your soul
Is no longer filled, no longer whole.".
Still I turned and sought compensation
From your countenance. But devastation
Remains. Yet, gone you are, not in my reach
The lesson unlearned...again to teach
me that in the saddest, coldest times
I remain alone save for my rhymes.
Copyright Dancers Inc. 1999
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