Thursday, July 19, 2012

A Poem A Day 07

Pain inflicted in the past
Leave wounds that will last
Though to heal it might be your task
It's best if you think on your feet and fast

The dark memories remain
Threatening to engulf with its pain
Writhing and growing like an uncontrollable flame
There is much to lose and few to gain'

When shall this stain disappear
Or will it forever sway with uncertainty and fear
Will things ever be clear
For the one who holds me dear?

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