Each star I tear off the wall,
Is a memory I let fall.
As I promise myself I'll be okay,
holding back tears that could flood the earth on its sunniest day
Everything falls, crashes to the floor like a priceless vase
Knocked over by child's play.
Pieces, all over the place
Not all kings men
Nor all the kings horses
Will be able to put it back together again
Sweep up the mess
Throw it all away
Into the sea of dead memories
Watch it wash away
Because not even forever can live on past the end
Like darkness flees from light
My demons consume my dreams
Like a freak train on the run
Now, a storm has begun
4.3.11
Amber R. Roan
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