by Harry

Submitted by Frances Elaina


These wasted moments
I carry them with me with so much regret
Twist tied to the past
What remains leaving a film
I try to rinse away
A guilty web of poison

Weaving its disease
The most distasteful resin
A pristinely beautiful secret
That I just can’t touch
The peace that only you can give
Climb out even kicking and screaming
Make new while leaving everything else behind
The definition of wrong
Just now seems to fail you
It’s time to wash it all away…


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