April 28, 2017

 

Forever burdened with the truth,

that lies buried deep within.

The layers of yesteryear’s events;

a decadent life of sin.

 

Forever troubled by a past,

where does one begin,

in putting right what went so wrong?

Sensitivity, paper thin.

 

Forever imprisoned, perhaps for the best;

take each blow on the chin.

The tide has turned and washed away,

sad tears and old chagrin.

 

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