ECHOES
The echoes from past times
Of mental and physical crimes,
Haunt the chains I have made
Since my childhood was betrayed,
Echoes interrupt my being,
Constantly in my head,
Like a film I’m seeing,
Played and replayed,
Always bubbling away
Waiting to invade.
Echoes beat in my heart,
Drowning the love, you give me,
Unless I rewrite my history,
The echoes of the past
Will destroy us
Shatter us like Glass!
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