Reminiscing my worthless soul

As a child my past haunts me still, but worst yet it makes me want to kill.  I hear I do, I hear I might, but all I feel is a flight of fright. Child lays still, the shadows gives me chills. The floor is cold before I’m sold, reminiscing the last words I was told, there is no one to help your worthless soul.  The first day to this day I’m shattered inside for that day everything died.    

 Written by   Rob Casteel

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