Tonight

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Tonight our faces are awash in flames
glasses reflecting broken images
thoughts escaping like bubbles on liquid
drowning emptiness with each sip to forget,
memories engulfed with the rawness of sorrow
that spread its disease on fragile hearts
on the brink of breaking with each clink of glass.
Where do our hearts reside now
as we gaze longingly into the depths of our drink,
seeking answers in the haze of candle lights
and cigarette smoke?
Would we be able to mend the broken thoughts
that seem to merge with the silence of the stars?
Grasp our fleeting dreams with benumbed fingers
stop them from fading as the blanket of darkness descends
clouding our perception as we try to find the reason
why we can’t find the answers to the questions
that our hearts want to ask yet our lips refuse to speak.

-The Elusive Scribe 111613-

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