The Power Of Ink

childhood trauma

Deep inside a wounded heart
Lies the memoryof a childhood start.
Aching pain that won't subside
Ghost of memories that never died.

Everyday feels like a fight
Darkness lurking in the light.
Haunted by what was done
Haunted by what is gone.

Echoes of voices that once were near
Whispers of sadness that refuse to clear.
Everyday feels like a struggle
Everyday seems like a juggle.
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