A little poem….



The room is silent and cold;

My little slice of heaven you stole.

Only you would disagree and say

It was something I freely gave.


Tell me, why are you still here?

The pounding of your heart, so near;

Your darkness swallowing me whole

As if you have the right to maintain your hold.


I already walked through the door,

But you refuse to leave my core.

I must find a way to be free

Or forever be haunted by your memory.


God, please help me rise

And tear me from his eyes;

So, in the mirror, I will see

What remains of me.


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