My Dead Day

by Pure Peace   Sep 16, 2009


A pain too deep,
A death too fresh,
A knife that twists,
With ceaseless zest.

I shut my eyes,
And close my mind,
Put key to lock,
Walk numb and blind.

Place mud and stone,
Before Love's door,
And swear this pain,
Will live no more.

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