Can the Past Be Changed On a Whim?
Why?
How?
Can you leave me standing,
Alone,
Afraid,
And not shed a tear,
Or
Even bother to look back.
Or
Think of what you've left,
Or
What you had.
Could you even know of all that I have given?
The blood shed.
The soul lost,
Forever,
To a darkness unknown
Inhabited by creatures better left unnoticed.
Foul.
Fetid.
Deadly.
This is my legacy??!??!
This is what you gave me?
This,
Is what I have to offer!!
But,
Can it change?
Copyright © Robert Anderson | Year Posted 2006
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