INTIMATE SPACE
Sometimes I watch your intimate space
and notice you've lost your magnificent grace,
to a great beyond, a peculiar place,
a tragic respond, a distant face.
I try to remember what went wrong
but some things are just meant to be gone.
It's sad to survive, hard to believe,
bearly alive, this youngster naive.
Faith is something we all need near,
and then we lose a significant dear.
Bonds are erased, belief's gone,
trust's misplaced from now on.
Intimate spaces are rare and unique
in these days of stress and seek.
Try to exhale, breath in and begin
and you will find strength within.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-12-25 at 00:02




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