I have played sad songs <br /> <br />And lively ones but none <br /> <br />can come up to the song <br /> <br />that pierces my heart <br /> <br />and make my days seem long. <br /> <br /> <br />Let me cry to fulfillment <br /> <br />I like to feel searing pain <br /> <br />from rejection that tears <br /> <br />my heart away from my soul <br /> <br />shatters the core of my being. <br /> <br /> <br />You are not real, I presume <br /> <br />my heart is not whole <br /> <br />my brain has stopped working <br /> <br />all have stopped functioning <br /> <br />since I lost memories of you. <br /> <br /> <br />Yes, I deny it - that you inhabit <br /> <br />the hidden recesses where <br /> <br />beauty and hope dwell <br /> <br />where the waves lap incessantly <br /> <br />and retreats placidly to shore. <br /> <br /> <br />You are a ghost fleeting <br /> <br />the story of my life retreats <br /> <br />when they encounter you <br /> <br />and my fingers are numb <br /> <br />from my incessant playing...<br /><br />Doris Cornago<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-recesses/
