Life is full of expectation, 
Haunting memories cling. 
Simple pleasures not enough, 
Calming sounds no longer soothing. 
Where did the light go? 
How did I not see the flowers grow? 
Day breaks again. 
Warm winds wash over me. 
I am almost there, 
The place where memories fade.
firespryte firespryte
41-45, F
Sep 7, 2012