Missing Pieces
By LiLDove
Swallowing darkness, pit of despair Fire goes in to everlasting flair It may be, not too late For someone to bring on fate And if someone does bring forth a light I shall still forever be a child of the night Wisdom departs, fools rush in Being taken by wrongs and sin Caught by threads invisible sighs Carpet of memory, so threadbare This thing near me, hardly fair To gain my past, I must wait But inside me is growing hate I'm not sure of what is right The growing darkness I shall fight The memories, used up, wear very thin The battle I shall never win What is truth, what are lies? These sparse memories, I despise Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 10:37 AM PST, K.M. Miller 18 • 0 • 1
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"Swallowing darkness, pit of despair..."