Burdens
The past is so distinctive and memorable
And yet I do not recall it's sentiment
The shadows of what was cloud my judgement and hopes
It's hard to peer through the blindfolds
With each removal I find another...tired!
Tired of lifting this heavy heart..these heavy burdens of my soul
Why does my soul ache? Why does it hurt so? Why can't I remove myself to dull the pain?
The past is easy to forgive but it does not easily forgive
These ghosts of my past will always torture me
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