The winds howl as dawn breaks the <br /> night sky and morning brings the daunting <br /> task of another breath, telling the soul, it’s <br /> not time to fly. Haunting whispers of voices <br /> from the past strips me naked and exposes bleeding wounds at last. <br /> <br /> Barren and broken I stand, begging for release <br /> of the pain at hand. Flung into the abyss my <br /> heart is floating and lost, reeling, screaming <br /> and counting the cost. All hopes and dreams <br /> came so suddenly to an end and I grope <br /> for answers of what I cannot comprehend. <br /> <br /> Like the leaves of an autumn tree, brown and <br /> withered, laying on the ground, so is the love that <br /> was once found. Oh my soul screams for rest, <br /> from familiar feelings and memories of how we <br /> once caressed. Let this love be ripped from the <br /> core of my inner self, and cast into the sea, <br /> where by the hand of time there will be nothing <br /> left. <br /> <br /> My mind is weary now and longs for peace, <br /> for the deceptions of life have left it weak. Oh <br /> that the wounds of yesterday be healed and the <br /> scars of today never be revealed, unto the eyes <br /> of another.<br /><br />Pam Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-dreams-5/
