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 Aug 2014 Tony Oquendo
David Hall
dreams and memories
get muddled in my mind
I can’t remember what I've lost
or what I've left behind

it’s like an important part of me
has forgotten to exist
while in reality what’s left me
continues to persist

I sacrificed my youth
on the altar of tomorrow
the futures full of hope
that yesterday can borrow

but when dreams come true
they often lose their silver lining
that star that I've been wishing on
has already ceased it’s shining

as I wake up from my slumber
I realize that tomorrows finally here
and it’s everything and anything
I had ever hoped to fear

the question one must ask oneself
is the same one everyday
if I dream hard enough tomorrow
can I find a better way
Where exactly do
I put my hands
on somebody who
*hurts all over?
I've learned:

Not every sunrise is equal.
Some bring more light,
She's the same.
And frequently I find
She's to blame
When clouds disperse
And lightning fades.

In my mind
And in my day.

— The End —