| Sunday, October 14, 2007 |
| HOPE QUENCHED |
Seemingly it plummets down,
While the world seems a darker place,
A swirling, whirling wilderness,
While all alone and lost wander you,
With hope of snatches of light,
Too brief to really last.
The words are heard,
As clear as shards of glass,
As piercing in that twinkling sound,
That voice is remembered,
While it tells you.
Despair, dread, and no delight,
While hope has taken flight,
Leaving me to ponder,
Of the use of quest and wonder,
When all that lies in the end,
Is that against which I can't defend.
All work, and thoughts and desire,
And still you do not tire,
In hope of what is to come,
Yet never does.
Only those words,
That've left me behind,
With empty echoes,
That promise naught.
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"As clear as shards of glass"....You too have a way with words....on the matter of words and the pain they can cause.
Thanks for your kind comments on Love Story. I wish I could say it was pure invention. The truth is it happened last night. And I could do nothing to prevent it. But I won't burden your young mind. Be careful it is a big bad world out there. Reserve your trust, particularly of men.
take care, C
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"As clear as shards of glass"....You too have a way with words....on the matter of words and the pain they can cause.
Thanks for your kind comments on Love Story. I wish I could say it was pure invention. The truth is it happened last night. And I could do nothing to prevent it. But I won't burden your young mind. Be careful it is a big bad world out there. Reserve your trust, particularly of men.
take care, C