Beyond the Dusk
Cacophonous thoughts contort my mind
transferring tremors throughout my spine
like Artic wind on a stormy day
blowing all pretense of warmth away.
Resonating blasts within my soul
tear at my heart and take their toll.
Reflections of an old love that died,
vapid images of tears I cried.
”What is done is done,” or so they say;
I cannot retreat to yesterday.
To survive, I must be moving on
beyond the dusk - there is a dawn.
2006 by Karen M. Crump
Cacophonous thoughts contort my mind
transferring tremors throughout my spine
like Artic wind on a stormy day
blowing all pretense of warmth away.
Resonating blasts within my soul
tear at my heart and take their toll.
Reflections of an old love that died,
vapid images of tears I cried.
”What is done is done,” or so they say;
I cannot retreat to yesterday.
To survive, I must be moving on
beyond the dusk - there is a dawn.
2006 by Karen M. Crump
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