What's Left?
Home is where the heart is.
She’s lost in what to do.
Painful memories from her past,
Like knives in her spine,
Taunting her to look back.
What a long road it’s been.
So many years of hurt.
So many years of sorrow.
So many years of regret.
Years that seem like
Lifetimes ago.
Her life has surpassed her age.
Grungy basements.
Drunken fools.
Outlandish stories that,
Looking at her now,
You would assume were just tall tales.
You can see her soul
Through her eyes.
The depth and passion.
The raw and pure 'feeling’
That is her being.
....her aura being snuffed out.
It pains her being back.
Almost as much as it comforts her.
She’s forced to remember
Things she’s pushed so far down
Deep inside herself.
A relentless nagging
From deep inside her core
That forces her to relive.
Every moment of pain.
Every moment of joy.
Every sweet taste of bliss.
All the faith, passion, love.
All the corruption, cheating, lies.
All of it.
The trip down memory lane
Nothing more than a wasteland;
A once beautiful empire,
That’s has been ruthlessly
Ripped apart
By some force far greater than itself,
And left to decay and become
A decrepit shell,
Housing all of the painful damage
That is far too great to clean up.
What’s left?
(2014)
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