A Bitter Kiss
A hidden past,
shall always stand,
inside the heart,
of mortal man.
He who thinks,
it shall never arise,
is foolish to the bone,
living captive in a lie.
A living reminder,
our conscience within,
brings into focus,
where we have been.
Fear not the truth,
it is what it is,
as comfort comes,
from a bitter kiss.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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