Whispered words to wound the soul.
Weary feet outrun them
As I fight off their control.
Again sleep is illusive
As I stare into the dark.
I’m searching for the home fires,
But my world has lost its spark.
Flashbacks almost flicker
In the corner of my eye
Then fade into the dimness
Of a frozen winter sky.
I call but there’s no answer
And it’s really been too long
To reincarnate what I’ve lost
Bitterness has grown too strong.
© 2009 Pam H. Murray
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