Clear Scent

Many times had I awoken
To a smog filled abyss
Of memories chaliced
Graceful sorrow, pains on morrow
Brought only by myself
Never to let go, but hold
Drawen by a familiar darkness
And yet today, a difference
Such aroma, free scent, deliverence

From the past, tears shed

Soon my nightmares, a distant dread
Now proclaimed am I to say
Clean scent, new air today

© 2005 Isaac E. Smith

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