All That’s Left

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Tears of dust,
Blood like rust.
Too many years
Of misused trust.

Empty cries,
Hollow lies.
No one ever
Even tries.

Lost time,
Never mine.
Feeling things
Is a crime.

Cheated games,
Forgotten names.
No one cares
Who it maims.

Lost faces,
Past places:
All the things
The heart misplaces.

All the things
That make our day
Are shattered, shredded,
Thrown away.

All we are,
All that we seek,
Is in what was lost,
Not in what we keep.

…So what do we have left?

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L. Kantenseter
12-7-06