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Rated: E · Prose · Opinion · #2164295
And the beat goes on
The broken threads of broken dreams
and deserted hopes.
Long nights, with little sleep
and a lot of pain.
Hoping to hear the plunk-plop
of the rain...
Against the window pane
and like the rain

My bones ache
as the tears run from my eyes
down my cheeks
until they dry
and flake off my lashes
like yesterdays skin.

And the beat goes on
like voices murmuring
and broken threads...

And broken threads
like our broken dreams
fringes over the edge of the abyss.

As we find we miss
the true meaning of 'being'
on this planet of yesterdays
and tomorrows
with endless sorrows.

And the beat goes on
like voices murmuring
and broken threads

Leaving us nothing left
to say
or do
But to break more threads
and bury our broken dreams
in barren lands
with terrified screams

and the beat goes on...

But as one questions
where we will finally rest?
We seek instead to move on.

In the murmured voices
of broken threads

And the beat goes on....
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