Love endures but love cannot cure
A memory so painful
Creating dark passion that flows into art
Suffering and sorrow forge character of stone
So few havens now from misery
The lingering of a sweet embrace
Such a fine line between loss and life
Each day moving forward, knowing pain but not alone
Night eventually will turn towards day
A quiet roar of rage in telling silence
An inspired gift of beauty in an ashen world
A flower now lost until Springs next kiss
No rationale for beauty lost
Nor cause for tragedy's dance
Just a struggle for reason, a struggle for hope
A struggle to rise from this abyss
Vinegar tears forge the path you take
The lessons of ruin, the peace of despair
That bitter pill is a new beginning
Of a man marked for life, a life yet to live
The blade that heals as it rends
A Father's hurt so mighty
A daughters memory endures and guides
Nothing to atone, so much still to give
Saturday, April 24, 2010
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