Time Of Solace

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Wasted hours holding on to hope
Thoughts coming down to just one.
Damaged beyond repair
Embracing chaos or reluctantly watching it from far
Seems not to fix despair.

Chances are this is ending or this has ended.
So hard to walk away from what you need.
Tantalus ordeal-like situation.
I don’t need more time like this.

Time of Solace.
Solace, solace… I yearn
Time of release and relief I yearn…


Following the same path that’s tiring to tread.
I am afraid of letting go.
And finding the ruin of me
Descending into the pit of deception
I refuse to see.

Walking wounded with scabbed knees
Solace would you grant me.
Dreaming of a love lost and gone
I don’t need more time like this.

2:47 am January 4th, 2011

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