Resin

by Harry

Submitted by Frances Elaina

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These wasted moments
I carry them with me with so much regret
Ties
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
Waiting
Wondering
Wanting
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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