Fall the Pain
the chest . . .
aged, beautifully engraved and carved
it resides in a corridor of my mind, locked
my life story
the journey, each chapter
echoes of tears, melancholy
memories of regrets and grieve
and within this old chest
I place them all
the remorse, the despair, gloom and weeping emotions
I open the lid and let them go, fall
the pain . . .
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February 26, 2013
Poetry/Verse/fall the pain
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All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2013
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