Same Old Song

The torn remain

Of what was plain

Waves now ore frozen ground

 

In winds that blow

Cold ice and snow

And other feelings down

 

There isn’t much

Left in a touch

To calm the trembling hand

 

For winter chill

Bears haunting still

In cloak across the land

 

The settled dust

And mingled rust

Guard safe against the grain

 

While bleak and dim

From deep within

Gives root to dampened pain

 

How did it come

From there to here

How could it go so wrong

 

A love once whole

Two lives a-full

Yet still…

 

The same old song 

The End

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