I try to keep our memory vague <br />on the chance that I’ll find better days. <br />how can something so resplendent <br />spoil everything that comes after? <br />what once made me so happy <br />now leaves me cold and numb <br />in the frail suicide hour before dawn. <br />1-3-08 <br />by shannon flanders<br /><br />shannon wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frail-suicide-hour-before-dawn/
