Accord
July 7, 2013 § Leave a comment
I would give life
so I might never break,
miss and ache.
I’d surrender
to be nothing I make.
Where’s the line
between raving and mad,
good and bad?
I know I miss
what’s lost and never had.
I pain for some;
have and lost contradict.
Wants afflict.
The hostile day
lets memory constrict
all I have dreamed,
the strength in my belief —
a sneak thief.
Swept to dusk,
sleep allows small relief.
If it takes life
then it all I award,
will afford.
Take wholly
if the lost is restored.
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