Filled with darkness

book 11

In the quiet calm of night

     resting in the warmth of what is

soundlessly being undisturbed

     only darkness fills the mind


memories of what she was

     and of the actions shared

hopes and dreams of never was

     passions the burned hot and clean


dreams of what was to be

     deny the reality of the day

seeking fulfillment of passions then

     blinded from what could be


hopes and dreams were cast away

     by the daylight stark and mean

demands of others of what could be

     trampling the dreams of what would be


clinging passions burning hot

     seeking entry into what was not

reckless abandonment of dreams that were

     for the needs that could not be


lost in darkness wandering there

     locked in walls of hard concrete

paths that lead to nowhere then

     turning back on what could be


nightmares became of dreams that were

     love once shared now is feared

hopes shattered within the night

     broken pieces cast on the ground


what of the dreams that once did fly

     in bright sunshine up in the sky

on bright breeze of the day

     on glossy wings we flew away


dreams we had of what would be

     passions shared burning so hot

denied the demands of them who were

     upon the ground with feet of clay


bright hopes of days that were

     consume the by passions burning hot

filled with the hopes and dreams that were

     of the days that were to be


darkness now all that is

     empty steps echoing

tears that fall hot and dry

     endless cries within the night


longing only for emptiness

     to be in darkness without light

memories all to be faded away

     and in the night empty be






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