Almost Senseless

Whimsy from a confused mind

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

A dark place

A darkened heart
A bitter place
Resentment burns
No warmth retraced
 
A torrent tears
Pained words galore
Scouring calm
From a lonely shore
 
A shadow falls
On cold, harsh, sand
Wiping memories
Of affection's hands
 
A tear falls
On a careworn face
As hope recedes
With little trace
Posted by Victoria at 04:29
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