VIRTUAL DRAMA
Whisper dear friend for justice's sake,
No noise my silence does make.
You fool me helpless through the years,
Yet I still listen within my fears.
No sense nor reason why you were sent to me,
I've searched for answers I cannot see.
Days long; life tortured and in denial,
My existance has fallen into exile.
Others have changed; to me they're cold.
Forgetting a feeling; maybe it's grown old.
Yet my memories in dreams I recall,
And the love that once reigned amongst us all.
Sweeter than candy and smooth as a rhyme,
My bitterness has become a shadow of mine.
Tomorrow is just another bad day,
One leads to another, forever I pay.
Yet I walk this path, I do not stumble,
With eyes wide open and lips a mumble.
I will survive this virtual drama,
And the end will arrive, through all this trauma.
~yvonne renee moore
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