Forgetting the past,
Forgiving the hurt,
That was suppose to be done with,
It’s not suppose t be like this
Mother sits ,
Child at mind,
Can she feed her?
Will they survive?
Comes to reality
One too many times,
racing with thoughts,
what can we do?
The past was forgotten
Somewhat behind us,
The hurt was being forgiven,
The pain was healing,
This nightmare I am living,
This world WE are living
Its not suppose to be like this.
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