Wrenching deep within,
Your past creeping again.
Your past creeping again.
The pain that faded your being,
Comes a knockin', a creeping.
Your insides turn,
As your heart will burn.
Memories are washed away,
With the pain from today.
The agony you suffered in vain,
Is slapping you again.
History you swore you'd beaten,
Breaks you down: Defeaten.
Played you along,
You thought you were strong!
Is it in you again to fight?
Think over just tonight.
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4 Comments
Post a CommentWhat a great poem. I truly enjoy your work.
Wow - beautiful words and beautiful graphic! I love that art and the second poem in 13 years is wonderful. You have a hidden talent.
Gosh !!!...you have a gift for writting poetry !!!!
Well I did it, wrote my second poem in 13 years.........I graduated from 2 to 10 years old! Whooooo Hooooo!