Thursday, February 02, 2006

Morning After

Memories that are not mine
They thunder through my brain,
Full of madness spoken in
A language I don't understand,
And full of pain I can't explain.

These shattered hopes hold no design
But somehow still they make a claim,
A terrible meaning has broken in;
I know a beach devoid of sand
And that all ends feel the same.

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