Tuesday, July 12, 2016


The words have left me, so it seems
Packed their bags with broken dreams
They used to stay with me all night
Make sense of things, and hold me tight

But now they're gone, just not around
I'm open-mouthed, without a sound
I've seen the face of love in pain
And a light that's drowning, in ceaseless rain

I'm left with an empty and aching heart
Seeing those I love, now torn apart
The words have left me high and dry
I try to speak but only cry.

Caren E. Salas

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