It Sticks
11/3/12
I turned away so fearfully
Blinded with a thousand blinking eyes
There was no escape
From the imminent fraud
I am new to this sort of pain
A feeling of stupidity and unearthly shame
I wish I could leave it all behind
To remove the blackness from my mind
But it sticks in the aftermath of sheer mistake
All confidence and trust was theirs to take
And the sickness spreads deeply
Never quite leaving completely
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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