If believing

would save me

And hope

bring back sweet dreams

Must I embrace

the sorrows

that slowly drown me,

in a sea of agony?


Each unhealed wound

Reopens old scars


Surviving in a world

Where I'll never belong


Sweet lips

with a thin coat of salt

Kiss softly

every single cut


Dare I love,

and ignore the hate?


Wishing for warmth

in cold's embrace


A loss too great

I rather forget...


It's far too late

to save

what has been condemned.

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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