Moments when i'm world weary;
in seconds my eyes grow teary
Funny, i nearly made it through the day
without tears splashing on my face
The Past is never erased,
lines etched deep that trace
tracks of my tears
pain through the years
that never fails to find me
It is myself who binds me,
the shackles shake and rattle
to keep time with my fading heart,
torn apart too many times
Born apart, on some other line,
resurrected but still disconnected ,
a feather in the wind...
(11-11-10)
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