lettea's Original Poetry

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

disappears,

Fears,despair arise,

Alone we weep internally,

No words bring comfort,

Only the touch of a hand,

A body holding us close will still the storm.

Hours tick away; silence speaks like the

roar of thunder,

Waiting, endless waiting, longing for day.

Pain beating you, mind is ravaged.

Life's promises of joy, it makes me laugh,

Life is disappointment,

Wrapped in myths,

To mask reality that life is no bliss.

The endless waiting, longing for day,

Pain beating you, mind ravaged.

Life's promises of joy,

It makes me laugh, laugh,

Life is disappointment

Wrapped in myths,

To mask reality that life is not bliss.

Only the touch of a hand,

A body holding us close will still

the storm.

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