Photograph©2015 B. Clary

All of your things are gone now.

My mind rummages through fading memories,

trying to find one bright enough to cling to.

The wisdom you’d freely given in my youth

reduced to worn etchings on my bitter heart,

relics of a time I had squandered it.

Dreams of you are few and far between

And when life gets hard, which it always does,

I long to speak to you.



Published by sarcasticallycynical

Hmm! Let's see.I live in Texas born to two human parents (According to my birth certificate) and have three siblings that are nothing like me. I'm an artist and writer. I've lived a lot and learned a lot in my short life and although I lean more towards the pessimistic there is always room to change my sometimes too small tainted heart ;p

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