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Lost In Translation

Day to day. I reflect on what was The former amusement On my called, ecstasy. It was like a goddess of dawn, Yet a daze of a cautionary tale. A quaint moment for a reflecting smile, But the pressure into a tangled maze that leads to nowhere. A mesmerizing resemblance of paradise, Yet hollow darkness that had no ending. Hankering those feelings. I understand today That those unrespected hours, Were all feckless, And thrown out like a wet dog. Every sun risen moment. I became torn between My longed for fairy tale And this tale off foolishness Creating a sense of emptiness, inside. Day to day. I reflect on what was The former heartache Of my called, momentary insanity. Emotions, concealed beneath bitter wounds Cease my desired fairy tale. Yet, I longed to cross course But questioned my freedom within. None could bring about my downhearted brink. None, but the burden Who shattered beliefs. Now, day to day. I must stop! For all, has been Lost, in translation

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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