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Looking Back

by Jason C. Ford

The falling residue of bitter pain collapsed
Upon the stones of guilt until each trace has died
Returns to me as cycle that has now elapsed
From light of morn to final tear my heart has cried.

The pain of looking back to memories which break
Into a set of shards which Justice’s hands forsake
Is bitterness following me along a road
Revealing pain within each episode.

Although I try to break away from pain
Beginning strong until it fades to grey,
A cycle set to bitterness has choked each vein
From feeling happiness within each day.

Your betrayal is what remains from early morn
Until the end of light which wipes away your scorn.

Copyright © 2013 by Jason C. Ford

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