A blissful time, in trees of purest autumn,
a time when nothing could lead me away,
from that wonderful woman I love,
until there came that fateful day,
and the prayers seemed answered,
in all the wrong ways.
For now happiness,
is lost in the future of uncertainty,
and the world seems lost to me,
dreaming not for the love anymore,
but I still can not rid myself,
of that awful sore.
Of pain and darkness,
that I would not trade for boldness.
For what ever came,
from verbose speakers,
but death, pain, and loneliness?
And hope one day it may be seen,
as not only in what I used to be,
yet, I never want a judge on my current mind,
nor on how I used to dream....
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