Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Illusion

Strange illusions of my life,
Have snatched my happiness forever.
Though as it seems, I am designed for grief,
Yet, how long will I survive in rivers of tears?

Many years have I spent in fear,
Those storms still echo through my ears.
And ever I have walked from year to year,
carrying my invisible dreams and hopes.

No longer can this be , for I must believe,
I cannot accept this fate,
As my memories are stolen,
lost by far,
In the perfect storm,
yet to come....

1 comment:

Luis Aires d'Almeida said...

Nothing and nobody can steal your memories against your will, nor even the most profound grief has the power to obliterate something so personal, so yours, something that has been deposited in the safe of your heart and locked in your soul.