by Mandy Moore

Created on: September 07, 2008

What Little Left

What is it about this place,
That casts a shadow upon my face?

My world comes crashing down,
Cementing lines deep in frown.

I let the darkness in,
I let the fear win.

Help me to love again.
Not to forget where I have been,

But be better for it in the end.
Break down the walls meant to defend.

I've become a skeptic,
To my soul, its presence septic.

So guarded and cut off,
Is it any wonder why they scoff?

I've burnt these bridges,
And built these ridges,

In effort to preserve,
What little left I have to serve.

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