Another
day, the misery compounding.
The
more we move, the more the pain evolves.
Twisting,
turning - fever burning.
Love
invalidated and dissolved.
Too
many years of rich and poor.
Too
many tears still left unshed.
The
roses bloomed.
Then
bled themselves to death.
Paper
prayers, turned to pleas.
Gut-wrenching
means - disharmony -
while
egos bloat and cause distended thought
that
forms into another draught of ignorance.
Unforgiven,
unrelieved.
A
feel of fate that aches and bleeds
into
another atmosphere of horror.
A
stranger looking out from every mirror.
The
temple on the corner was condemned.
They
used to think they'd always have a friend.
Deserted
parks, the dark is moving in.
The
moon and stars begin but always end.
Another
day, the misery compounding.
The
more we move, the more the pain evolves.
Twisting,
turning - fever burning.
Love
invalidated and dissolved.
Hearts
beating through another memory.
Minds
heeding yet another law degree.
The
judgment and the sentencing.
The
innocence lost in extremes.
Another day, and nothing's changed at all...
? Michaelette ?
7/19/2004
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L. Romano
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