Thursday, March 17, 2005

Under The Street Lamp

The silence haunting every moment,
like some unrelenting memory.
Whispers of doubt filling my existence
leading me towards the night.

Faded pictures talk to me,
testament of what once was.
Streaming tears with no meaning,
just for me to live the part.

I just lay there waiting
for the coming of the dark.

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