A Second Portion of What's Not There
A heart's silent scream,
Yearning for the ghost of hope,
Each dawn brings despair.
Shadows weave around,
Promises of what could be,
Yet they fade like mist.
Ripples on still lakes,
Memories whisper my name,
But never reply.
Time's cruel embrace tight,
Days stretch, heavy with loss,
Each breath weighs a ton.
Wish for stars to fall,
To grant wishes left unmade,
But they just burn bright.
Hope's ember flickers,
In the ashes of desire,
Fates twisted and cruel.
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