These StrandsA Poem by Mr. Lopez
Who's to say that in a dream You can't reclaim a piece or two
Of who you used to be
Of who they once knew
Just not quite the same
What have they done to you
This child of love
Now cleaved in two
There will come a day when
Uninvited and maybe even deserving
Hell comes in from the cold
To burn what you've been preserving
When even the tallest of towers
Will find their way to the ground
And the smallest of voices
Makes the loudest sound
When your own shadow takes on
A hideous form
And you hide behind the mask
That so many have worn
You find yourself ripped apart at the seems
Barely held together by faith
That once put together those very dreams
Know that you are not alone in your pain
For the strands of hope that hold together
This heart of yours are in me
The very same
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8 Reviews Added on December 28, 2008 Last Updated on January 11, 2009 AuthorMr. LopezChandler, AZAboutI was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..Writing
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