Tears sometimes come as close as the air around my eyes,
And then they fail me.

For some reason unknown,
I am left alone.
Like an abandoned old castle,
Or mebe just an old hut in a country farm.

I fail to let go.

Not just you.
Not just your memories.
Not just your voice.
But my own tears. My soul.

A comeback is a dream I dream,
With every scary night that passes.
Only to read the following morning,
How dreams are really just dreams.

Deep within there is a tavern of hope.
That will turn toxic sooner or later.
A silent death I will die then,
Like the ones buried under an avalanche.

One comment

  1. Sonia Bajaj · September 2, 2012

    Beautiful…as always… 🙂

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