Visiting a life left behind

I wish I had angels 
of mercy chained to me,
And not demons of deceit
singing to me fiction
that there is still hope.

Do I wake and continue to try
in the vain hopes
of a reunion between 
a beating heart and a future
of serenades and smiles?

Let the sunset carry
the missing moments
that sank like bitter rocks
in the vengeful tides
that unfolded for me.

Let me be swept away
to somewhere where our song
still floats in the wind 
and the light still shines
as I reconsider existence.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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