WHEN
When all we know has left us
the darkness yanks us in..
The warmth of love is hidden..
beneath a thickened skin.
Harshness overtakes comfort...
Passion yields to shame.
Emotion becomes panic..
Endearment turns to blame..
What is left behind us...
tore at a weakened seam.
Now trying to look forward...
beyond the tattered dream....
When all we know has left,
we struggle toward the light...
something must be out there..
in the darkness of this night.
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