Disbelief in Magic

So many years of pain
accustomed to silent tears
unable to believe in magic
and yet unwilling to let go of hope

The leaden monotony of years passing
broken only by the horror of growing old
by the realization of things unchanged
confirmation of the sad status of things

And those happy memories
those golden years of sun and laughter
of love, moonlight and playgrounds
drive a dagger deeper into my heart.