55 - my soul is bleeding

In these minutes past the hour

of the darkest time of the night,

my soul is weeping

for the dreams discarded,

carelessly flung into the flaming sunset

of a shattered reflection.

And my soul is bleeding

for the trust betrayed,

sullied by the kisses at New Year's turn,

from the one with the poisoned tongue.

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