Stains

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I have buckets of tears,

For the  lonely.

I have few pennies,

For the empty.

 

I have a beating heart

For the hateful.

I have blankets

For the broken.

 

I try and try

To erase the void

But I feel so small,

And so vulnerable.

 

Can a hopeless have hope?

Can I last until dawn?

For this night is endless

For a life already shattered.

 


Oblivion

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It matters not what state things are

For change is constant

Every breathing being here

Comes and goes

With the passage of time.

A force that is immovable

Nothing comes by accident

Because everything actually

Has a place

In the scheme of things.

The broken fragments

Of happy memories

Might just become a second-

Fast and fleeting

Because that’s what life is.

There remains only the shadows

Of a life borne out of dust

Maybe that tiny flicker of hope

Would also return to dust

Forever lost in oblivion.