This place was beautiful once
In a distant memory
Was it ever really that way
Or was that place only a dream
The scars tell me I’m alive
Yet still remind me of the pain
Their history is bittersweet
Cannot live those days again
The beauty of that yesterday
The smile spread on your lips
All has surrendered to decay
Ashes on my fingertips
Was this place once a home
How do I ever reconcile
That haven of peace and rest
With these charred wooden bones, so vile
Lost in this terrible darkness
Where once was a light, so clear
What have these haunting phantoms done
With the ones that I held so dear?
Randall Madden
February 11, 2014
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