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A river of sorrows

                             
Slowly fading away into a world of what once was.
 Imagines in the sky he looks to reflect animations of days gone by
And clarity appears to be increasingly more difficult to distinguish
And the fear of perishing from a wasted life fills him with doubts and illusion.
      Clasped tightly in hand lies a faded picture of a young man;
      Perhaps once a rebel that stands arm in arm next to a beautiful young woman 
      With infant in hand and a light in her eyes that he knows;
       Is gone now because of him.
 And while peering between various hanging strands of his colorless hair;
He notices the gray reflects not only the faded losses of color
 But also the distorted reflections of truth and love that pull like an anchor
And haunts his broken heart as he struggles to stay afloat

Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2015

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  1. Date: 10/21/2016 4:47:00 AM

    A heart wrenchingly melancholy verse, Leonard.:( You are on my list of favorite poets, sadly I don't visit these poets enough. Still I can see why, you are a powerhouse of imagery. Best wishes, Mikki

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