Haunted by the Past
The apple of your eye
The wind beneath the leaves
Every word is a lie
And nothing is as it seems
The pain could always wane
The cuts and bruises will heal
But when my memories freely rein
My hate can not be concealed
Your actions were not judicious
Drugs have muddled you fragile mind
But your actions, so vicious
Have made me so unkind
Can I / Will I / How can I heal?
Lost, broken, full of hate
Too numb to know how i should feel
From the past I need to wake
This poem is about:
Me