Waiting For What Was

Wishing what is…..
What was.
Wishing what was…..
Still is.
Insidious change has fractured –
A naïve heart.
Hope surrenders.
Darkness reins.
Silent teardrops spill down my face.
An angry throat steals my breath.
Fragile words remain unheard-
In the shadow of remorse, waiting.

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