Broken Memories
A cloak of darkness hides each stab of pain,
That willing concealment where I remain
Cocooned in my silent retreat of heart,
A moment's respite that Time can impart.
Reluctant to venture into the light,
To take essential steps that perhaps might
Redeem deadened hopes of love from its grave,
Ignite last embers that I tried to save.
But here I dwell, so numbed in reverie,
.....I step on shards of broken memories.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.06.16
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016
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