By Hollie A Miller
Featured on Thursday, April 26, 2012
by the Johnson County Public Library in honor of National Poetry Month

run like train tracks traveling back through time to that moment when life betrayed you.

Strength squandered,
once ever-present, now fails you.

Friends bereft,
grieve your passing before you’ve gone.

Family hover,
then, like dead leaves in fall, swiftly blow away, afraid to cling to what is left of your shattered soul.

Nothing is left to remind you of the person you were,
yet everything you were remains, hidden behind a facade of decaying flesh.

Every broken memory, every ordinary thought, every dream, every nightmare, all point to the person you were before.

Nothing leads back to you now…
Except scars.



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