Hope

Cold is the room once filled with hope
As icy tiles of a life exposed
Walking with bare feet
Across this once familiar place
Ice cold fingers touch my heart.
Will this ache ever mend
Heal each tortured dream
Reach out with these gentle hands
Within the veil of opaque skin
You kiss me with each tear of love.

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Thank you for reading my poems. Please don't feel you have to comment. I enjoyed writing them, I hope you enjoyed reading them, Be blessed.

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