Micro-Poetry #28



Encapsulated by time,

Led by its wrath,

Witness how it changes you

How it alters your destined path.



The night is when I feel it most –

When the darkness swarms me;

When the solitude takes over

Plunging me into black,

All I can think of,

Is how much warmer the coldness felt

When the shadows were filled with you.



Forgiveness is hard to come by,

It’s hard to forgive and forget,

When you cannot forget.

When the memories plague you,

Haunt your every minute,

And you’re left to rot to the sound of them,

Left to bask in the iciness of their blood.

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