A Dark Shadow
In the darkest minutes of our brightest hours we tend to appreciate whom and what matters to the most.
But the deepest tragedy within these tragedies is the unexplained end of living,
The unexplained pain of suffering,
And the unexplained changed of paths that makes us all run and shout with emotion to those of the top most devotion.
It takes those trageties to make the self realize what they are really feeling and what they so commonly turn their cheek to.
The disgusting truth of suppressing the feeling of love and let the hate boil shadows everything.
Because it just takes one dark minute for the one of the most adored to escape and not follow the next,
To have you feeling what would have happened with a lifelong thought of reflects.
Copyright © Christina Rose | Year Posted 2015
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