Doris Cornago - Hidden Recesses

I have played sad songs

And lively ones but none

can come up to the song

that pierces my heart

and make my days seem long.


Let me cry to fulfillment

I like to feel searing pain

from rejection that tears

my heart away from my soul

shatters the core of my being.


You are not real, I presume

my heart is not whole

my brain has stopped working

all have stopped functioning

since I lost memories of you.


Yes, I deny it - that you inhabit

the hidden recesses where

beauty and hope dwell

where the waves lap incessantly

and retreats placidly to shore.


You are a ghost fleeting

the story of my life retreats

when they encounter you

and my fingers are numb

from my incessant playing...

Doris Cornago

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