A Memory That Never Dies
by Emily J Michaels
Saturday, May 11, 2002
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Fists of rage endure
what vulnerable eyes speak of
a fear that lingers deep within
thriving upon incoherant minds
Cries of loss ache their hearts
like shattered glass upon the floor
sharp and dangerous pieces yet
left to carefully adhere
A memory that never dies
Astonished by grueling sights
a vengence left unfought
the days grow longer and the nights colder
"lonely" beats the heart
Without compassion or the touch of warmth
the red bow fades to blue
and the flesh a dusty hue
As on goes another day
a hidden vulture awaits its prey
A memory that never dies
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