“Blossom Hill”

Authored: July 30, 2017

I am awakened by dreams of ghosts
Of my past, of what was
I saw your tears flow down your cheeks
I tried to wipe them away.

I became the enemy to you all
Of my own doing
I felt I didn't deserve love again
After all that had happened
It is hard to describe
The ghosts are entrenched.

I walked down the road
Underneath pink blossoming plants
Lost in my own world
A construct of hell on earth.

I am alone
I wanted you to know
The pain infernal and concise
I wanted you to know
The misery and the tears
I just wanted you to know.

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