Demons of our Souls

A path well-travelled
By lovers old and new
Yet unfamiliar,
For both, lovers old and new

An avenue littered with broken hearts
Shadowed dreams
Crushed hopes.
Where the ghosts lurk
Rapacious in their hunger,
In the gloomy shadows
Of the past,
In the present,
Stabbing at the mist of future.
Tainting it forever
With doubt
With suspicion
And an untimely loss

Yet only those with hope, survive
With a faith so strong
And a trust so humble,
For love alone, can never conquer
The demons of our soul.

And in the end,
All it rests upon
Is a wish
Made upon the heavens above
To let it be enough.

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