The Past Is Gone
How I once soar
wings not needed
I could have walked through doors
I think it was no trick of brain
you had no aim
to harm or to tame
lost now
bottled pain
fracture frame
the hurt pours out
heat of pain and numb collide
inside what a fools game
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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