Tuesday, November 1, 2011


Brows of a nightmare, lashes of sorrows,
False promises of better tomorrows

Signs of a devil dressed in a holy robe,
Descends like an unchecked force unleashed

The flashes of memories that pass you by,
Remains as a reminiscence of the unalterable past.

Deep within lies a latent retrospection
That hardly surfaces to ever bother the mind

The hidden cries in the voice, the depth of the tone
Concealed with perfection with the laughter of a clown

What amazes is the subtle change of senses
Remnants of a feeling of impossibility

That once plagued this anxious heart
To the point from there was no return

The strange feeling of not knowing yourself,
Of being a stranger to the world you know so well

A sense of being out of place
Dampens all the remaining spirits

Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Or another cloud of darkness waiting in despair?

Moving forward is the rule of life,
I simply walk on wondering what lies ahead!


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