Self Torture
My mind is a whirling vortex.
Over whelmed with never ending thoughts.
An endless tunnel of torture.
Oh how cruel life can be!
Or is it that we just can't let go of the past?
To day is a new day, Yet I dwell on yesterday.
The pain I place upon myself.
Dwells within us all!
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2008
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