Monday, July 16, 2007
A Glimpse Into A Moment of Hell
Shattered pieces of the dream, they scatter
‘cross the landscape of my heart and soul.
Concussions, tho they slowly oh so slowly wane,
return in random, profound blows of emptiness and searing pain.
Those days of doubt and fear come haunt the memories of
my fondest hours, and turn the warmest, kindest times
into these harsh, cruel beasts bound to devour love -
there, beyond the gates within the gardens lush, sublime...
LJM
‘cross the landscape of my heart and soul.
Concussions, tho they slowly oh so slowly wane,
return in random, profound blows of emptiness and searing pain.
Those days of doubt and fear come haunt the memories of
my fondest hours, and turn the warmest, kindest times
into these harsh, cruel beasts bound to devour love -
there, beyond the gates within the gardens lush, sublime...
LJM
