A Poem by R. Scott Williams
Those people who we love the most are the same people who hurt us most of all.
Precious time ticks by and those evil words are carved into one’s broken heart and it falls.
One who walks in the shadow of death hears painful words and bad feelings are spread.
Burden falls upon those who lashed out, so I will choose the distance and all the Meds.
No more hurt can I take or will I take from you.
When the end is near, life will pass before our eyes, many regrets, what will you do?
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