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Sleeping Demons
Alfred Evans V |
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Night falls.
People sleep.
I lie awake, staring at a box.
A box of memories, and empty promises.
Promises of love, hope and even dreams. |
Dreams shattered in a flash of betrayal.
Those shattered dreams became a shattered reality,
Bending thought and reason.
This was a reality that I could trust you.
Funny, I never wanted the stars I just wanted to hold you.
So I hold this box of distant memories,
My hand aches from the dispute this one box has caused me.
All of its pictures, all of the gifts, and the cards.
Just distant truths from once happy times.
Those pictures are now lost, the gifts given away.
My heart is seaming closed in that lid.
So now start a new box.
In doing so creating a new trust, a new heart, new love.
A new box. |
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