Friday, August 19, 2011

Unstated -- Poetry 2011

When my dreams fade into redundancy

becoming rutted like the journey I travel

in waking hours, how will I find hope?

Life and death walk hand in hand since

love collapsed in on itself at an early age;

hiding in the fear of picking another cruel

partner, I’ve never forgiven myself or

forgotten how I failed to stand up against him.

When I was young I never thought my dreams

would shatter; the broken shards irrevocably

wounded my soul for the rest of my life.

My fault again for not relinquishing the pain but

pain that was known was better than nothing.


8/19/11

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