four years
speechless silence
presence of hatred
becomes a grain of sand
stuck in the throat
causing pain to every breathe
everything is turning in to regret
when all is forgotten but
the miracle of life
perhaps...
will be a prayer to
the stars
and a thought of what could have been
will remain as a
burden inside the chambers
of the heart
so many reasons to dream
yet
no reason to sleep
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