My loved ones went away
Only strangers came to stay
This is not a dream, but a nightmare
That became a reality
Those I held so dearly,
Were taken away from me
Those little things, I took for granted
Of precious moments, way back then
Are all I have, to cling too
They never seemed, important then
The dreams, we dreamed together
Are like footprints in the sand
The wind of change, have swept them away
No trace can now be found
I'm living now in silence
With only echoes from the past
Voices in the distance
From a heaven, that's so vast
Yes my dream, became my very own nightmare
The hands of time are still
Although memories will never fade,
And I know they never will
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
