A year of silence,
and slowly those
around forget the
words and promises.

My mind erasese you,
but slowly pieces
of me flows back.

Tears of sadness
burns black as
I try to remember
the decade of youth,
and age comes to me.

I was my father's age,
and given and taking
the world around me.

Yet I'm not the man,
he was when I was his age.
The dreams can only take
me so far.

Horrible youth long gone,
but reminders of me
seem to only go so far.

Poetic words only
melt with the songs
of long lost tragic
beings.

Suddenly I am back,
and my wasted life
comes back to reality.

10/28/2007

Posted on 10/28/2007
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