Everything changes before our eyes.
Closing them no longer helps.
It just eases the pain of upcoming days.
To walk in our dreams so freely,
forgetting the real world is closing in.
Morning light won't ever be warm,
from now on it's only freezing cold.
Or maybe not,
hope lives on
and so do I
while it lasts
let's hope it will last
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A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
