Though he wronged me long ago
I find myself still troubled so.
The faceless monster he became
in memory, is still the same.
I'd extradite him, if I could
from my mind. He does no good
there clogging up my heart with fear,
fending off those who'd hold me dear.
I'd banish and send him to justice
but I cannot seem to trust this.
He built a wall I cannot climb
and oh, so slowly, over time
I've struggled at it, brick and mortar,
to tear it down, give him no quarter,
but still he blocks me, here and there,
encumbrances me everywhere.
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