Sunday, October 7, 2018

Erased


Remnants remain like stains on a chalk board 
Hanging on an open wall 
Having conversations with me 
About how you broke me to pieces 
Then buried me . 

Sometimes scars leave rings 
Like brands 
We try to erase them 
Like the winter rain 
Always coming and going 

But you are always here with me 
Like smoke staining old air 
Suffocating my lungs 
It’s a deep regret 

The way you tied up my heart 
Took it hostage . 
I’ll never forget the way 
You never cared . 

I may be a soldier 
Maybe you can’t see it in my eyes 
Maybe you can 

But it will 
Always be there 

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