It's too dark to see,
And I'm too dark to care.
I can no longer fight,
For what was never there.
I'm tired and broken,
The flame has died within.
You are moving too far away,
I can no longer breath you in.
Now I'm walking down,
This road of broken dreams.
Seeing your lonely figure standing still,
Waiting for a soul to step in.
A lone tear finds it's way to my chick,
Knowing by now that the soul you are waiting for,
Does no longer belong to me.
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Poems For Them
Poetry"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...
