Poetic

Sting

All the memories begin to flash
I stand before a home no longer in tact.
©Rarenwise 5-28-18

I awoke from a tireless night of sleep.
Un-rested and un-weaved.
The sting reverberates 
Within deep brink.

Words you cannot take back
Yet spoke.

Through a bitter heart
That does not sing. 
©Rarenwise 6-28-18


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