Saturday, September 1, 2012


The absence of,
The sadness of,
The memory gone,
Life goes on,
I’m stuck in the silence.
Photo By: Tracy Hymas

The heart aches,
The life breaks,
The music gone,
Why does life go on?
The quiet creeps in.

People pass by,
I wonder why,
I can’t shed the old skin,
I’m trapped deep within,
I feel old in this new world.

Scars remain,
I feel lame.
World spins round,
My feet still hit the ground,
Will I wake from this nightmare?

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