Regressing back to seven
The tension lingers again
I thought that day passed
It could only happen once
I was wrong and now I listen
To the cries outside my door
The muted tears I cannot bear
The anger seeps into the house
My room no longer escapes me
Memories dig at my soul
As déjà vu starts its evil
Being taken from my family
Was unbearable once in life
And now fate is asking again?
3/26/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
