by Wylee McCutchen

Created on: March 10, 2010

From the deep recesses of a broken life,

Searing pain scorches my heart.

Time, a persisstant  thing, heals nothing,

Only does it remind me we are apart.

countless hours continue spiraling downward,

Passing by quick and slow, meshed as one.

Days carry me forward to age,

The mind stays behind, remembering days done.

Will our deepest love continue on;

On past the unstoppable ending of time?

Maybe we lose that something attached to us,

Like the grape picked from its vine.

Struggle hard, my dear lost friend,

For the dark night could not keep me away.

My soul will be my map, heart my compass,

I trust them both to never betray.

Light reflects off the broken-mirrored pieces,

Guiding my faith in finding what's lost.

Victory shall be gained and ours to share,

I care not anymore, whatever the cost.

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