Friday, August 18, 2006

Unreality

Thoughts collide,
and haze smears the immage.
A heart breaks,
in this wake;
of unknown confusion.
A misty dream
a nightmare
of loosing
and despondency.
Drop drips
and soon the flood;
tears
spilled in pain.
The river of crimson,
my heart.
Tears that never come
the pain stays the same.
A glimmering light
in far off sight.
My love is this
and will never know bliss.

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