January 25, 2018
9:55 pm
Powerless
9:55 pm
Powerless
Who am I when
sand minmics softness of yesterday
the promise of reason,
clouds my victories and memories
of perfect days
As smiles disappear like earthquakes
shaking me with quiet tears
and thoughts of being erased.
Who am I when
moments become tortured hours
spent pretending time doesn't hurt
when I am who
I can no longer be
without you
sand minmics softness of yesterday
the promise of reason,
clouds my victories and memories
of perfect days
As smiles disappear like earthquakes
shaking me with quiet tears
and thoughts of being erased.
Who am I when
moments become tortured hours
spent pretending time doesn't hurt
when I am who
I can no longer be
without you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
The Silent Stalker
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