This Child Of Mine.
So full of life this child of mineThrough memory to present times
Brings to me, that which was lost
A pain as sharp as winters frost
Times forgotten put aside
That part of life I wish to hide
Buried deep within my mind
Resurface now the pain to find
I did'nt ask or even wish
Emotions hidden such as this
Assault me now without relent
A life now lost and in repent
She is the mirror of my soul
Reflections of what once was whole
I see her past, which once was mine
Yet seek a future for us to find.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-24 at 14:41
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