ahsa_morgan (ahsa_morgan) wrote in toreadors_poems,
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Essence of me


Broken heart of my memory, why do you plague me so? My tattered soul is young but dieing. Why must my everything contain you in every way? The shattered mirror of my life falls before me, and the harsh reality of things circle me. Life is not what it once was, the beauty is gone from things and only the ugliness remains. I crowd myself, and hurt myself to try to find the essence of something beautiful. Then when what strength I have is almost ready to leave as well I see you there, this creature of darkness and night, images of love and fullness echo on me, and I am now what I wanted to be.


Christina Burton
5-14-04
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