alive …
lashed against jagged truths
plumbing the depths of hollow emotions
straining to hear
your voice calling me back
aching to taste
your breath scalding my lips
pining to feel
forgotten whispers murmured
swirling around
the rapids
gasping for air
nursing a simple dream
nothing grandiose
to feel
once more
alive.
alive …
The Dilution of Memory…
Embers fade,
disappearing into the hushed night…
Petals wither,
falling on the soft grass…
Words pale,
obscured by the anguish within…
Faces blur,
dimmed by the galloping years…
Kisses lose,
the urgency of those bygone depths…
Feelings recede,
lying dormant in shielded vaults…
Love loses,
fatigued after numberless skirmishes…
Pain flees,
seeking new wounds to inflict…
Scars remain,
sentinels against,
the dilution of memory.
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