Another day gone
Lost in the mist
Another dream crushed
Another dead kiss
Another tear cried
Another cheek scorned
Another night I wish
I'd never been born
Hope keeps you alive
Such painful suspense
The only thing holding me
Over the edge
It gives just enough
To let you go on
And opens the door
To help your grief spawn
Numbness is ugly
But death is secure
It's hope that unravels
Unfeeling's cold cure
I'm tired of hoping
But find I can't quit
Decay is consoling
Yet I jump from it
I will explain the meaning of this poem in a later post.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
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