Dust and Dreams-A Journey

Lost Haven (Loss)

Lost Haven

Safe haven from demon curs at world's doorway,
Shan't be found this dismal day,
For fear is slowly possessing me,
As has been throughout this reality,
Like a mute, I cannot talk,
Like a downtrodden man, I limp in walk,
Begging to strangers, but not with cup,
Offering my bleeding heart, scarred and cut,
When the evil blast of wind came near,
Like a hurricane, it whispered fear,
And into the throes of storming rain,
Passive martyr shan't see joy again.....

  2002
Cristine M. DiMario




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