The Thought That Consumes
The thought that consumes is the downfall of me.
The memories that linger
are the trigger to my finger.
I look at all the smiling faces
and think of the places I once loved.
The people I once trusted.
The busted and scarred skin tries to heal.
I try to peel off the layers.
My prayers are never heard,
my heart never freed.
The seed of hate continues to grow
and shows my battle below the surface.
What is my purpose?
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