Like the sun rising daily,
memories of yesterday flood into my mind's eye.
regrets?
too few too mention...
I had a dream?
Washed away with the dirt from tomorrow's sin.
My thoughts linger on sorrow
Love lost,
but "better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all..."
are hollow words for a tombstone.
Hate flows threw my veins.
perhaps,
Disdain...
The melancholy of the doldrums setting in ivory towers in the ghetto.
Sometimes I feel joy!
Ode to life.
a sheep in a flock with a shepherd.
I am one with all.
In reality, we face life alone.
Isolated,
seeking permanent bonds
in a world made of sand.
