Shattered lives of an unlived fantasy.
I hear the breeze, but cannot feel the warmth.
Flowers bloom, but do not smile.
Lost at sea, I drift awhile.
Life goes by, yet I remain the same.
The beast within, I cannot tame.
A hidden world you cannot see.
One moment in time.
A lifetime to me.
I smell your hair, yet you’re not there.
Sweetness left empty.
I live in despair.
Memories and dreams.
What is real?
A life of fantasy not revealed.
Still I go on.
A broken man.
Peaceful journey?
Or just lines in the sand.
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Thursday, October 30, 2008
Lines In the Sand
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Despair
Lost in a sea of despair I drift.
No end in sight and nothing to hope for.
Sadness darkens my heart.
Numb to life and all that it holds.
Ready to sink, ready to give up.
The water is cold, and so is my heart.
Please take me now as I don’t want to be here.
The end is in sight, but not the one I want.
No turning back now, I made my choice.
Goodbye.
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