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Persistant Cycle
Through the fog was lost hope
Hope that you'd begin to realize
Realize through the choked cries
That sad replies, sighs, fights.
An endless persisting cycle
That same heartwreching pain
I can no longer fight you
Even with the ominous rage
Wollowing through the past
The past I can no longer grasp
The past I wish I still had
Gone within the tides and buried sand.
Eyes are burning, mouth is dry
I no longer have the tears to cry
Whether the tears were for me or you
Was something I could never prove...
I think we all can relate to this a bit. How that cycle gets to us... but you've captured the individuality of it in your words. Truly an amazing poem, m'dear.