The lives I must live seeking
imagined solace in embrace
where it does not reside
Yet beseeching another attempt.
Eternal moments of longing
Lingering trails of contempt
A wall built with bricks of despair
Rises every day to grant the gift of peace.
Memories rise and fade
Just as the present that merges with them
Too weak to sustain the weight of love
And impatient with rites of redemption.
And such it is with each passing day
Even glances that once evoked hope
Are crushed under the weariness
Of yet another comforting touch.
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