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By DAVEY MOORE Submitted by davey Date: 2003 Jun 12 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.12.17.24.3885]] |
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I walk the halls of inertia, suspended and alone. Within the burgeoning stillness; my thoughts are not my own, But those of endless ghosts which come to haunt me With vivid memories of days now gone. I move about the shameless specters, which shadow this place With remembrances of smiles that once crossed my face. As I beg my heart to free my soul of this hell; which the gloomy Lost Light clings with such cold embrace. The shadows push me ever so deeply into the demon's crooked lair Where the haunts that daunt me; hold my life in despair, Their dark light cursing any rays of hope I look upon, Screaming, fool! There's none there! What a path I have been set upon, where one can lose a heart, To walk from the ending, into passages that move back to the start Where all were fooled, in the deceptive belief, That the smiles we'd found would never depart. Now all the ghosts haunt me with days now locked behind time's door, As I'm shunted with the trembling ache that burns me to my core, I become a sad resemblance cast into the lost pursuance Of all the times that are no more. What a bitter end, for a friend to be deserted while they remain. In complete devotion to the sacred promises now gone to vain, Where as the heart, which endures the most part of the love, Must also bear the most part of the pain. Davey Moore (c)June2003FindersRkeepers Publishing |