Listen to the cadence of tear laced breath,
regret the foolishness of childhood parries.
My mind racing in midnight desperations,
delectable sensations of reality obscured.
Immersed in a salty lake of longing,
drifting through tall blackened reeds.
Entwined in my contrite weakness,
blinded by prickling teardrops.
Heed questions from oblivious mouths,
their words untainted sanctuaries.
Lost in a forest of dieing trees,
blaming me for their suffering.
Broken dreams stand like shadows,
survivors who wish they were dead.
My mistakes, bitter lessons,
learned on streets to nevermore.
Find the last pinch of strength,
unconquerable faith in prayers.
Wishing trees bring slow change,
on breezes caressed by fantasy.
Sorrows ecstasy says goodbye.
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