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Sadly, All The Yesterdays Have Lead To No Tomorrows
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The air inside was stale.
It smelt of burnt cigarettes
and decaying values.
Too long has the heart
closed in upon itself.
Each wound delivered infected
yet more of the soul.
Gathered inside were the
reminders of love safely buried.
Where would it be found in the face
of so many decadent teardrops?
Friends depart, families disagree.
Relationships built on rock foundations
turn ancient, crumble and turn to memory.
Words of wisdom become tongues of paranoia.
Where would the heart turn when
what was once strong is now
limp noodles of disappointments?
The air outside was cold.
It tasted of endings and
unspoken testimonies of deceit.
Too long was the mind
contained within its own borders.
Every sentence now spoken must
be watched for unsavoury comments.
Terms of loyalty are now
mis-shaping memories of horror.
Hearts once united as "one" are now
divided into separate directions.
Sadly, all the yesterdays have lead to no tomorrows.
No more will voices be
used as a chorus of agreement.
Only shattered hope remains.
Only fallen pride the answer.
Too long have we monitored
the channels of defeat.
We were rooted in promises
that were once made, but never kept.
The end of unity is a brief
moment in the light show of confusion.
