So it comes, the aftermath, the rain
the fragile scorching of the soul
which shatters all illusions
spreading light to the eyes
And dreams of passion die
left alone in simulated seclusion
doubt supplants hope
which kindles the fire of regret
Reality is no longer real
and the impossible consumes everything
the improbability of what is hated
is probable from here on
Life leads to these moments
only upon arrival its all wrong
and disturbance occurs
crying out to change time
and though thoughts are a consequence
of the present state of mind
nothing can deny the notion
that the mind is the conscience of truth
Author notes
Written December 12th, 2005
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