My Post (6) (4)

She tore the pages out
The ones that left her in doubt
Words could not sway her
Those would come later

She needed this to end
A little left of sin
This tempestuous misgiving
Death from the living

Running in without
Knowing what about
The final has fell
With her the firing of hell

Do not condemn without thought
She deserved what she got
The soul is never alone
She understands—She is shown

Forever we all pay
Tomorrow’s price from today
On coals they simmer
Attempts to forget to remember

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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