Night of Memories
The silence made me shiver on that awful NIGHT OF MEMORIES,
bestowing solitude that ran through my veins like blood flow to regret-
If only this perpetual God-awful pain could begin to cease.
The silence made me shiver on that awful NIGHT OF MEMORIES
and I remember embracing the pain through the weeping trees.
O, how can I relieve this anguish, o, how can I ever forget
the silence made me shiver on that awful NIGHT OF MEMORIES...
bestowing solitude that ran through my veins like blood flow to regret.
April 3, 2019
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019
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