Ashes
The tinkling laughter echoes in
My inner mind, memories of
Things not yet, or ever to be,
Should darkness spawn more dark
And pain of deepest depth.
No endearing, tender little words
And names, no night lights
In the dark to chase the
Monsters of the mind away;
The world will remain old
Without fresh, dear perspective.
My hopes and loved dreams
Are given up to the wind
While ashes rain around me
And a child dances away.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2014
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