A demon reached inside
my head, and stole my
mind away.
Blinded there I could not
see, I used his hand
to slay.
And cutting deep no bounds
I saw, I bled my hope
from you.
Now silence stalks beside
each hour to mourn the love
I knew.
A 'guilt poem'.
a purge that comes with great grief and lasting loss - well written and totally heard - Stella
So glad you understood what I was saying, words inflict deep wounds that cannot heal, especially when they come from a mother, I will never forgive myself.
Into Each Life
a purge that comes with great grief and lasting loss - well written and totally heard - Stella
So glad you understood what I
So glad you understood what I was saying, words inflict deep wounds that cannot heal, especially when they come from a mother, I will never forgive myself.