Agony Becomes Unforgettable Seering Emptiness

3. Agony Becomes Unforgettable Seering Emptiness

The broken home on this street

Haunts me,

It always hurts to see,

For this is where I began to bleed,

Never did I understand

why it happens,

The Horrid nights,

The infinite cries,

With no end in sight,

The heavy touch,

The rose stained floors,

The rose stained floors,

Never have I felt,

Such emotional pain,

That brought along physical torture,

Asking myself why,

Without Reason,

Without feeling,

Without feeling,

A foul scent,

That permeates the air,

Revisiting a familiar scene,

To shame a life,

Revisiting a familiar scene,

To shame a life,

Removing their only seed,

Never been fed,

Never been fed,

Disposed by loved ones,

Left for dead...

Time and life may continue,

But I will always remember...

For this round scar,

Still burns...

by czhou