The Last Walk In the Dark
Washed away in the rain...
Only scars from the pain...
Trickling down are new smiles...
A soul stretched out for miles...
Bent in two from harsh lonely days...
Those little demons had their ways...
Spikes of fear can never again penetrate...
Pushed to the edge but I will never hate...
A floorless walk over hot coals...
But in the end that's how I roll...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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