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I speak to inform you 

You call it my ill intent  

Your words speak in hurt  

They feel like painful shives  

I just don’t understand it  

Lord, knows I wish I did  

Then you blame my silence  

In a game, I can never win  

Scaring all our memories  

With the loss of tomorrow’s  

What should just be simple 

Now dark and complicated 

I wish we never happened    

I forgive but I can’t… forget 


Poet of the Light © 2022  

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