Saturday, June 29, 2013


The answer is eluding me
To question growing from within
That carries  peace and sleep
away 
Like scraps and wreckage passing days 

Newspapers sad and faded lines 
Of life 
Existed once and times 
Gone by

With only memories at bay 
Surviving somewhere 
deep inside
Awaken to the sound of rain 
From tortured dream

To realize 
You can't go back 
and find
oblivion in lost

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