Hidden Demons.

A demon reached inside

my head, and stole my 

mind away.

Blinded there I could not

see, I used his hand

to slay.

And cutting deep no bounds

I saw, I bled my hope

from you.

Now silence stalks beside

each hour to mourn the love

I knew.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A 'guilt poem'.

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Into Each Life

a purge that comes with great grief and lasting loss - well written and totally heard - Stella



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So glad you understood what I

So glad you understood what I was saying, words inflict deep wounds that cannot heal, especially when they come from a mother, I will never forgive myself.