When rubbish flowers in a cemetery

July 26, 2007

Searching...

Empty heart, voiceless mind searching for a familiar face
Far from reality into a dream world she floats
Waiting for eternity.

A tiny spark is extinguished
She sees but doesn't recognise her own image
As the mirror betrays her identity.

Her dreams, surreal and comforting
Cocoon her, soothing the fresh wounds of loneliness
The wounds of reality.

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