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There are the tears that pour,
Unbidden and unwanted…
From the heart that’s tore,
The love’s been recanted.
There is this pain,
Stemming from the revelation.
Emotions completely on the drain,
Nothing exists, there is no correlation.
There was this dream,
And now there is this reality.
Darkness engulfs…not ray of light shall gleam,
Shadows, stillness…no clarity.
The heart still beats,
A slow still song…
Mind still reeling from the defeats,
Asking what went wrong?
And then the tears that pour,
Never ending in their torrents…
The soul that’s bruised and sore,
Never mind how strong are the currents…
Yes, there is the sadness and gloom,
There are things yet to be done…
Present is bleak…future loom,
Life…to be lived…cannot be shun…
Have to go on to find…
Maybe there is something out there…
Have to cast around the mind,
Anything to be rid of this scare.
What is left of anything?
Words, empty broken promises and…maybe hope…
What will future bring?
Can I cope?
Steps are slow,
Eyes are numb, heart still beats…
Life’s dealt yet another blow,
But there has to be something more, not just defeats…
Yes, there is the sadness and gloom,
There are things yet to be done…
Present is bleak…future loom,
Life…to be lived…cannot be shun…
Have to get up and go on,
There has got to be something better out there.
With this new morn,
There should be a new way to fare…..