Dim Glimmer
I'm too young to feel this old...
my clouded vision choked by the smoke of my dead dreams breeding,
straining to see a new sun has risen, and still; I stand cold...
trying to focus blind eyes through stinging tears,
broken heart bleeding on a torn sleeve,
alone all of these years.
Bone dry and solemn...on I travel,
trying to gather together hope that has unwraveled,
while storm clouds echo the decree of yet another trial,
drops begin to fall...still...in defiance, I can only smile.
A shallow effort...a dim glimmer of strength...
dropping the shards held-fast in my grasp...I gasp;
"it's cold...I'm too young to feel this old."
Originally written by myself, Matthew Tregear, in March of 1998.
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