BURIED BURDENS
Underneath several layers of dirt
and a lonely sorrow in between
lies a burden, cruel and mean.
Inside the urn ashes of memories
that haunts me, the eerie.
I cannot see clearly.
Yes, you are buried,
but the burden still remains.
It travels through my veins.
Please, give me a sign.
Let me know that you forgive,
and that you allow me to live.
And I'll forgive you,
the most precious of all pains.
You are the burden that still remains.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-02-04 at 14:47
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