It's Mine
One last look,
Into the past.
Some will say,
You’ll get nowhere fast.
In my response,
I must explain.
There’s something special,
About this pain.
This wound has been open,
For quite some time.
Its the one thing I’ve got,
That is all mine.
So… before you come,
With looks of despair.
Come with me,
For a look in there.
Soon you’ll see,
I can’t let go.
For what will I have…
Come tomorrow?
Copyright © Jeremy Novak | Year Posted 2023
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