Dimming Light

Is it still in me

This pattern of love and sharing

That seems so distant

Those long days

And endless nights

Of comfort

Sometimes even consolation


I’ve probably burned the bridges

And some fine part of my own damned soul

Right alongside them

Leaving me on this barren plain

With only the dimming light

Of memory

Left here to remind me



© Gayle
Force Press 2002


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