Falling Rain
Sobbing with the pouring rain. Standing in the moment but
I am lost in memories of what once took place. The past is haunting me from within. Sins I threw into the deepest sea. Still return, taunting me. I tried to forget those Secrets and lies. But they Devore me, eating me alive. Diminishing my sprit and belittling my goals.
Leave the past behind you. For you can not go back and make a new beginning. But you can always start now and make a new ending.
Copyright © Debra Easterling | Year Posted 2016
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