Poetry Musings

SUNKEN

Empty words, broken dreams

Fruitless orchards, waterless streams

Gusty sighs, weary bones

Blank eyes in a face of stone

Fingernails dig into my hand 

In the overgrown wilderness I stand

A graveyard full of lost hope

Where lies buried that with which I could not cope

Scars and bruises cover my soul

Oh life clearly took its toll

A student of strife, a soldier of pain

Close my eyes, go down memory lane

To a time of joy, a time of laughter

Where I worried not about what came after.

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