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The Desolation

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This will be the birthing of a pain never spoke

stroke after stroke

the words my eyes reflect and spoke

as my emotions sweat in the mirrors smoke

I dont know when my heart beats stop working

timeless now broke

Deep in the sea with calm treading to loves hope

to relax and know that I cling to my own hearts rope

the wait of my eyes to see clear after tears drown

my eyes of brown

bitter sweet the inspiration of a patient sound

as my soul beats my chest crying to my hearts pound

the suffocation

to know candle lit dedication

is blown out by uttered winds unworded communication

the depth of this hits hard to aspiration

raged and caged by limitation

and your walking away is no clear explanation

to let you go of loves' destination

and not looking back I am the desloation

Additional Info

  • Written by: Tyrone E. Thurston
  • Copyright: ©1999
  • Poetically Spoken: Book One
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