Whisper hope of nothing new
Dreams and memories proving few
Trespass and wish for something more
As sins pour out upon the floor
Blades and knifes cause but pain
Yet actions bare the blood of shame
Fading glow and shallow sight
Too meek and mild for this fight
One can bare the brunt of this
But not to seek and nor to miss
I hope you know the truth is there
But it shall be your cross to bare
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- KATE MARRON