What Wisdom Remains
The lines on my face draw deep the history -
within the broken walls of my heart.
How it crumbles.
So weary am I!
Hold me now - what wisdom remains of sanity -
that I too may know the peace of truth.
If only you were here to comfort me; but like
so many - you have fled the wasteland of my mind.
Copyright © Lyn Murray | Year Posted 2015
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