Thursday, September 1, 1994

Lost

Search for the solution
but can't remember the problem
the wisps of memory float by.
Hope is swallowed by despair
and dreams swirl into fantasies
never to come true
cheeks wet
with the results of emotion
eyes hidden from view
And the crumpled letters
that once meant living
slowly die forgotten in the bottom
of the drawer.

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