Peace of my Heart
Burning leaves and photographs,
Moments Etched in pages,
Cut the eyes as epitaphs,
As the old poet rages,
It’s been too long my half soul,
Since I’ve heard a sweet whisper,
Decaying Comprises this autumnal stroll,
Where leaves crunch the crisper,
In my bones The winter settles,
The once fired blood now chills,
In the quietus tween the battles,
Is Where the memory kills,
Were there lines I did miss,
When I acted my part in this play.
unmade by time, that promise,
When you’ve gone so far away,
Lights dim on our rented stage,
The actors played their wages part,
Embers scar the burning page,
For a piece of my heart
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