The Past

By 19th June 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

The deep pain he thought, was in the past,
As long black shadows consistent pass
Evil aura spells of no escape
Invade his mind. Yet once more they rape.

So he seeks another psychic plane,
To rid himself of this bitter pain;
The heart hurts from it being stretched,
Hurts with thought of still loving the wretch;

On haunted and endless nights it seems,
And all because of the torments dreams,
Of dark shadows flitting past the eyes,
Bringing interludes of pain and lies.

Yet long times before, it has been said,
That true love is never really dead,
For such deep emotions haunt him still,
Yet cadaverous, they always will!

Leslie de la Haye

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