year of resting pain
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Heartache
morning beckons the heart
long worn, tired and torn
it is but another day
of wonderful beauty
that masks the hate beneath
cover your head with sand
hide away ,hope it will pass
yet each day lasts
till the beckoning morn
stirs the dead
heart once more
a drop of tear
a drop of words
unspoken , unwritten
terrifying ... the trust
of hate grows each day
with the trust of self
with the hope of end
lie upon lie..it is...
...a dizzy spell
..a wonderfull spill of ether
on the hazy horizon
a tree... a green tree
in this dry and barren
arid and exiled heart
an oasis...no...a mirage
truth perhaps
if only it were true
truth becomes a mirage
soon the calm night chills
the heart rests once more
company but a dusty rock
luminating the heart
to see a bridge mirage
upon the oasis
step upon the bridge
drown in the bridge
drown in the tears
drown in the lies
drown in fate
rest in pain
rest the pain
for it is a year
year of eternal pain
year of resting pain
uncover the sand
but ...........
it is just too late.
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