lemon yellow sun
through the cool white morning mist
on the woodland lake
bird song like flowers bursts out
above the mutter of ducks
whiffs of breakfast and coffee
come from the crackling campfire
and I feel one with it all
as the day begins afresh
with dawn's absolution
bright and full of hope

The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

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A heart clenched
Words stack on my throat
A mortal slowly fading into dust
An echoing dreaded thought "This is how you'll  be remembered"

day after wretched day I cling to existence
A glimpse of hope that darkens away
A fragile life filled with poignant thoughts



Tears  hidden in a smile
Reminiscing a day long dead
A speck of laughter
'That's a sound I've forgotten'

Enticed into slavery
a life I loathed, but longed for

Gasping for more air
anything,
at least I get to breathe before demise
a certain fate


Sometimes  dreams are better than  reality
In dreams I don't suffocate
On the weight of my actuality
I don't  experience a reciprocating sad story
I am the hero, not the villain

But, this heart has been diced
Tricked  into illusions
of a compliment and a potent smile

a deceptive story of a stitched heart
long forgotten