Gone
written by: David Maynard
Translucent light through opaque panes
Whistles they sound on Westbound trains
She can’t share the guilt
Only I am to blame
Murky water
Pulled from a spoon
Lovelight dimmed
Like a bloodred moon
The day is done
My task is at hand
This worry will lessen
Like hourglass sand
The blame isn’t mine
Only a shell remains
She’s broken and bitter
Heart filled with pain
Flooded eyes pouring
Like a springtime rain
Body shaking and trembling
Hurt still remains
Whispers on deaf ears
Not giving relief
Falling aimlessly
Like a wind blown leaf
Love that was given
Would help with the storm
Unfulfilled expectations
Became quite the norm
Hearts made for breaking
Are worn on the sleeve
A blooming rose at one time
Now only thorns and leaves
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