Monument
Pathetic Monuments of Chaotic Dreams, ripping and tearing my mind at the
seams.
As life builds these memories, they feel made of stone. Deep in my heart, I'm
cold and alone.
Too Weak to withstand them, too scared to beg please, So full of saddness, I fall
to my knees.
Suddenly I feel I've just hit a wall, You reach out your hand, the nightmares
crumble and fall.
Where tears once fell from Confusion and unbearable Pain, Now flow from
happiness. I feel loved again.-
Copyright © Kelly Fairchild | Year Posted 2006
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