Poetry
Dead End
Conversations in my head:
Dreary dialogues with the dead;
Love throbs deep within my heart,
Stillborn now that we’re apart.
Memories like crashing waves,
Echo from their open graves;
Feelings felt when you were near,
Make me feel like you are here.
If I could have one wish come true,
I’d wish that I could be with you;
But wishing will not change the score:
You don’t want me any more.
by Daniel Reid
Dali, China
December 10 2008
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