Days are troubled
Wearied from endless toil
Dreams disappear and crumble
Thoughts ravage my mind
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A sadness that reads like a song.....time does indeed play tricks....
We all seek the refuge to be found in true love - a lovely write
dom, are the walls literal or figurative walls. i hope, if this is a true-to-you tale, that you have gotten/get the love you were/are seeking. i don't care much for love poems, but i see from your bio that you are drawn to them. thanks for sharing. bri edwards