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Shards of Yesterday
By Taunting The Reaper
Shards of yesterday
festering inside of me
like so much hope.
Broken.
And until now I hadn’t realized
the more I hoped for
the more I lost
in murky waters
wet with greed.
A handful of seeds
are all that's left,
cracked and dry,
and spiraling away
like so many memories
of yesterday.
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© 2007 William Bermudez
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On Monday, January 10, 2011, Lylani
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wrote:
The underlying tone of bitterness and frustration is almost tangible this is so perfectly written
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A former member wrote:
it wat really good
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On Friday, February 1, 2008, FallenHero
(4) wrote:
that is the best explination of hope i have heard. its perfect
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On Wednesday, December 26, 2007, Aunty Depressant
(423) wrote:
Damn be that festering hope!
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A former member wrote:
hey
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On Sunday, December 16, 2007, Kaleidoscope_Heart
(111) wrote:
That was beautiful. Hope is two-faced and fickle, but still we all yearn for it.
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On Friday, December 14, 2007, Sketso
(416) wrote:
Most seeds must become dry and cracked before they will sprout and take root, so I seem to have found the hidden hope in this tale of dust... ;)
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On Thursday, December 20, 2007, thelostmessenger
(110) wrote:
ironic. but yes, beautiful. *messenger
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A former member wrote:
a word came to my mind when i read this-wistful.dont know why. but hope is not all lost. u will find it soon.(did i get that out of a fortune cookie?)
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