Lovers
"The others had left a deep rooting stain."
The sizzling temperature of my vein
Feels like a premature, familiar pain
I carry an uncomfortable shame
That I willingly play this stupid game
My will too weak that I cannot contain
Feelings that now stir, but not to remain
The thoughts that no one have yet come to claim
Manifest into a mind full of blame
Strong guilt continues to pound through my brain
Truth and solace I just cannot attain
Memories that sting with a fiery shame
Goodness of time that I fail to reclaim
The others had left a deep rooting stain
And every reward is prudent and vain
The shards of loving that I fail to tame
All come from one long twilight with that dame
About the Creator
Andrew Schrader
Writer/Photographer
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