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Retire to your room
Quiet, quiet
For your day is finished and night creeps in
Tragedy fills every crack in your aching skin
Memories of sweet lullabies
Soft brushes of lips and whispered words
Haunt you as you pull back the sheets
A warm embrace or gentle smile
Giving way to comforting words
Of dreams and tomorrows
They tug at your mind
Making you wish you weren't so old
And there was still someone to wash away the aches and hurt
Wishing someone's voice would reach your ears
Bringing a simple melody to lull you to sleep
But time has done you no favors
And now no one is left
To tuck you in
Quiet, quiet
For your day is finished and night creeps in
Tragedy fills every crack in your aching skin
Memories of sweet lullabies
Soft brushes of lips and whispered words
Haunt you as you pull back the sheets
A warm embrace or gentle smile
Giving way to comforting words
Of dreams and tomorrows
They tug at your mind
Making you wish you weren't so old
And there was still someone to wash away the aches and hurt
Wishing someone's voice would reach your ears
Bringing a simple melody to lull you to sleep
But time has done you no favors
And now no one is left
To tuck you in
Published 23rd Oct 2017
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23rd Oct 2017 11:03pm
This is such a heart wrenching write. Part of it brings smiles and sweet memories of youthful years, but then it ends with the emptiness of time taken treasures.
A well written reflection of both ends of life
A well written reflection of both ends of life
21st Jan 2018 5:26pm
