Written 01/23/09
There’s a silence in the air The stillness of the moon haunts the night The vacuum of my heart seeks solace From the memories I can’t forget. There was once a hope of restoration An echo of angels permeating my soul Now there remains only desolation The ghost of a time now forgotten. Where is the life I once recognized? The hope of a world untouched by wrath? The ordinary now decimated by the despair But what if tomorrow is too late? Tonight I now seek to mend The broken hearts of those alone Forgiving the enemy, now my friend The broken path that leads to Oz. The final prize is worth the price. I’ve learned to lie, but here’s the truth I refuse to live another day Regretting the price of life I’ve paid. I refuse to think the end is this So to travel far, I'll no longer be remiss.
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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