Continuously discontinuous

What it's come to....


A cherished dream
a crushed petal
a stolen moment
a gasp for breath

a glowing warmth
the chill of death
a soft nothing
a deafening denial

Farther and farther
Near and close
Bleary and clear
Similar and dis similar
That's what everything come to
A smile through tears
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Ponder....

Often i wonder if the warmth of the smile can dry the tears
If the widening of that grin can scant all fears
If a word of comfort can complete your song
If just a nod can understand your pain
Then why is it that pain also eases pain
It lulls into a numbness
a silent drone
Where shards of words
and wounds of neglect
can heal
left all alone.

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Live on......


Yet one needs the sunshine and warmth
to bloom and prosper
and live along.
To me any day life's a song,
a hymn or prayer
to soothe or balm
a jingle or carol
to celebrate or share
a lullaby or silence
to suffer the pain
To me life's a song.
So live on...