The past is a long-gone affair,

Why do memories cloud me now?

There seems to be no end to the pain,

That clutches and cringes the heart:

For what cause should I suffer,

The stabs of fate's swift darts,

Tearing me apart, again and again

Throughout the years?

Being made to drink the hemlock of grief,

Day in and day out,

Dying and living,

Is this what my destiny is

To live-die and die-live

Again and again?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on September 23, 2007...after seeing disturbing scenes of a horrible incident on TV.

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