Mr EE

7/28/1992
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Deluge of Despair

The beautiful melody of her words
Slowly drift away while I’m lost at sea.
Sailing alone, surrounded by silence,
But even that, in time, departs from me.

Dark whispers slowly creep into my mind,
Whispers that transform into a chorus
Singing a sweet symphony of sadness,
About what could and should have been, for us.

How I long for these recycled rhythms to end,
Instead of endlessly echoing in my mind.
I pray that, instead, I may hear a hymn of hope
But the new notes always seem to be left behind

Maybe this song too will fade away.
But that day, it seems, is not today.
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