Memories reflecting upon my soul
A soul of never relenting anger
Love isn't what it used to be
To my aching mind a wandering
Haunting images cloud the days
Days fun, laughter, tears & fears
Those were the best days
Memories that could wash away
Hurt & despair no longer burden me....
A old willowing tree
Embarking upon the countryside
Chasing away the images
Swallowing up all my pride
Where should I go from here
Thousands of answers
Yet the choice isn't always so clear
Nuture your soul, take the toll and
embrace this life
By,
De Anna Brandon
January 27, 2003
