White Hot
White Hot
Some feelings burn white hot
If you look you may regret it
The pain may knock you down
Understanding is not an option.
The dark is not enough this day
To hide the shame and terror
I burn with the hope of a blank slate
Hoping to breath without restraint.
Tomorrow is here, it always was
It lay in wait for my arrival
It brings the same blurred canvas
To late to change the painting……
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009
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