by Andrea D. Garzon [dated January 24, 2012]
The pain of disappointment,
the erosion of blood in your heart.
When there is no contentment
and the hurt tear you apart.
The dream of tomorrow,
seemed so far away to reach.
In the endless music of long ago,
with the old rhythm that never teach.
The kind and thoughtful wind,
swept the malice of dismay.
In a vague distance it ends,
in every sorrowful cry it'd say.
The sharp corners of a silent mind,
ceased by the acrid colors of questions.
As it heaved a quiet unraveled sigh,
within it flares like fierce emotions.
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Musings (Starting Over Again)
PoetryThrough this endeavour, I saw my own self growing as my literary journey delved from being innocent and emotional to discovering more meaningful purpose to my own mundane life.
