The edge of night is coloring
My lonely days without you
How can I find the guiding light
That once peaked through
The days of our lives.
Hopes of having another world
Completely entangled with
All my children and feeling
Forever young and restless
Has slipped from my hands
The bold and beautiful life
I dreamed is now a delusional
Fantasy lost in the hills of
Santa Barbara.
I have lost my soul with no
Recovery in sight as I lay
In the general hospital of
Emotional distraction
Caught in torturous
Illusion
As the world turns
Another day without you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
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