by Jaimi Hemmerich

Created on: September 03, 2009

My battered heart bleeds

I fail to find reason

Through tainted eyes

I see nothing...

Even time will do me no favors

For a moment I breathe freely

Disillusion is my last hope

Tell me...

When is it my turn to dream?

Soft slumber eludes me

I have grown weary

Still my head remains unbowed

I will retreat someday

Maybe to the soft, thunderous clouds

I will find my way home

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