Some Dream Still Remains...

Coping with pain and fear hoping someday this would vanish and disappear, I sought no refuge in balm nor in relief of temporary nature just wanted to flow along with the rhapsody of a melancholic song to adapt to different difficult and wrong.

Grappling with layers of variations I had to handle dilapidated corridors left beyond repair and modification for erring souls had erred enough tossed real for the apparent measure.

I am now all shattered and no hope slowly losing foothold and scope yet my longing sense goads to try hard whispers to trust the present dissect the darksome dream still remains it stays hidden in the crevices and deep untouched pockets.