Diary

Darkest hour, then some, and 
rise,
Dawning day, virgin eyes.
Glowing warmth, scorching 
heat,
Paints a canvas blank.
Highest hopes, recycled 
dreams,
Potential, slight, mirror greens.
Anticipation, trepidation, 
anxiety,
Minutes, daylight lost.
Seconds, minutes, hours by,
Fading hope begins to die.
Betrayed again by promises,
That were never more than lies.
Sinking deep, molten sky,
Fire rages, bitter sigh.
Darkness falls on naive belief,
And over weary ground.
Luminous rays of bittersweet,
Harken, wake, repeat.
Embers flicker, flare, calm,
Self loathing delusion, the 
drive.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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July 15, 2013 at 9:21 AM
we all run on gas and to keep the gas lit on fire is a bit of drive that we cannot stop for we all have passion, enjoyed your write,, S.K.A.T.
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