Teacher of Pain
Oh,
teacher of pain
why do you stay?
I had my lesson
for today.
You tore the last shreds
of my dreams
you heard the last
of tortured screams,
Hoarse and huddled
in the rain
why do you turn to me ...again?
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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