A hole dark and deep,
filled with strength of the weak.
What lies in the shadows of a broken dream?...
What could have been, what was, . . . no more, so it seems.
A void vast and without sun,
full of hopes and dreams undone.
What lies in the shadows of a broken dream?...
What could have been, what was, . . . no more, so it seems.
Darkness embraced
flooded with memories of a face.
What lies in the shadows of a broken dream?...
What could have been, what was, . . . no more, so it seems.
Pain crippling body and mind
gorged selfishly on what was left behind.
What lies in the shadows of a broken dream?...
What could have been, what was, . . . no more, so it seems.
Sorrow overflowing
spilled upon the earth.
What lies in the shadows of a broken dream?...
What could have been, what was, . . . no more, so it seems.
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Random thoses.
A hole full of darkness, emptiness full of sadness, a void full of those things you can't quite wrap your arms around yet we are told that you are supposed to embrace the contents of this hole. You are supposed to appreciate this hole and all its parts for what it is. It is believed (so I've come to know) that you can not move forward without looking upon the things that fill the depth of its bowels.
Things a person never dreams of facing.
Things some never come to face in their life time yet others this very thing encompasses others.
just thinking,
Nicki
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