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Break The Silence
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In a time before when my heart still beated. I lived and moved in your love. I found life in your eyes. I saw hope reflected back at me in a simple smile. Not that your smile was ever simple in my view. It was the magic of a sunrise wrapped in the miracle of love. The glory of angels was a sad reflection of the love I felt.
Now lies around me a wasteland. Love sits in a corner holding it’s knees rocking, broken and crazed. Pale tatters of beauty blow around like fallen leaves from trees now dying as the cold winter settles in around them. Cold freezing snows blow discontentedly about swallowing up the light and devouring the countryside of my heart.
Spring distant lies waiting. But is there strength left in the orbit of my soul to bring the life giving rays of love within reach of the soil of my heart? This is where doubt now lives. The doubt of life resides in a haunted house known as the mind of the unrequited one. This life that continues ambles on. A zombie, suffering, knowing the dead like state, but not knowing how to find life again.
The only thought floating through this empty place is why? Questioning the point, wondering if life is worth the struggle. Can’t end it, can’t bring it back. A limbo of living death envelops and attempts to bring the comfort of numbness to my heart and soul. Let the cold hand take mine and find solace in a brother.
