Awake Without Compassion

Awake Without Compassion
by Martin Hanley

Why do you hang your head so, she murmured softly,
Can’t you see you look so pale and alone,
Have your memories of me already withered,
To drain this sorrow as the rose petal hides a thorn.

What was it stopped you so sudden mid – sentence,
Can’t you see it’s left you haggard and forlorn.
The last storm’s passed, time to go now,
Yet maybe a cruel harvest’s never done.

Where is this lady you met in the shadows,
Inside still smiling as you watched her sleep,
Her hair was long for a very special reason,
Her eyes still wild, her voice so sweet.

When is the path the right one to find here,
All truth’s a lie that mocks the meek,
Her door’s now closing and the clock sits silent,
The sand has shifted, no time to weep.

copyright (c) Martin Hanley 2/6/2014


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