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Left, is all there is

by Thomas K. Hunt

In a furrow of unchanged routines lies two formed from one
The truth lost in separate shadows concealed by willingness
Gone is the illuminating light
Leaving now a darkened path
A path never to be journeyed again

The world and all surroundings
Cold with frost from years of disconnecting
Warmth
Now a memory of year’s gone-bye

What was once full of love and life has hollowed
Carved out from swords forged from love lost words
Cutting deep, opening the soul
Reasons drip like blood from wounds that never heal
Leaving hidden scars that show the truth

Lost is the time not to be forgotten
Never to be regained
Lost to the ages that stand with regrets
Forming a never ending line

Left is the knowledge of what was
The obscurity of what could have been
The loss of loves light
The darkness of the unknown
Left, is all there is

08/26/2004

Posted on 08/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt

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