Lingering and sweet
I smell the floral sent
in my short brisely hair.
The wind blows a cool breath
at my flushed red cheeks.

But all I can do is
watch my feet in defeat.
The promises and expectations
of youth melts only to the
frustration of the ages.

I regret the choices,
but can not make the right
ones to compensate for
any possible hope.

I want to dream again
with the ambitions that
drove me to come
to a new world.

Yet all that I can do
is watch as time makes
beggers of all I know.

Please let the frustration
end with a glimmer of hope,
but all my complaints fall
on ears long gone.

Let my tears water the ground
as I tear at my hair,
but these salty tears
only land on forsaken earth.

So it ends and so will I,
but all my hopes fell apart
in my end.

10/10/2006

Posted on 10/10/2006
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