Again
An entire life may pass a time or two
the ideal held dear
never known
to be
real..
Fallen in darkness is hope
left aside and overcome
could a kind word
or soft touch
have altered
the path
Broken now though seeming free
the process to rebuild
is upon me
not laying in wait
nor aimless wander
slow pace as i ponder
the time past never to return
losing again that which burned
Passion, desire respect all true
yets misled to have believed it's real...
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