Sara Stowell


The Sad Cafe


You sit inside the Sad Cafe,
eyes tinged crimson red.
A shattered fearful heart today,
every dream has fled.

Broken tokens, love not spoken,
marred and scarred your soul.
Pause to make life's cause reopen,
then regain control.

Cafe of torn and broken hearts,
victims of deceit.
Their healing dreams now grown apart,
wrapped inside conceit.

Confusion is their constant song,
background music sung.
The caring Sad Cafe belongs,
brightly shines it's sun.

Fear is in the tears now falling
from their drowning eyes.
Now the healer hears them calling,
through the Cafe's cries.

Mystical Cafe is reaching,
to the healing muse.
Muses share their fearsome teaching,
on the tools to use.

So thank the stars for Sad Cafes,
all around the world.
The Sad Cafes may take away,
hatred gnarled and burled.

© S.E.S

Submitted: Friday, February 17, 2006
Edited: Saturday, July 08, 2006
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