Repentances, a poem – 4/18/2012


There’s no part of me that doesn’t hurt

From the core of my soul to the surface

Of my bruised life.

It is no help to know it was my choice.

Know this, young ones:

It is better to decide

In the cold light of day.

Shadows cast by moonlight and sentiment

Deceive the heart.

This dagger plunged deep is mine forever.

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