A call from the past,
dampens the day.
You think
how that voice made you,
yet
it broke you.
To unforgiving
mind manipulating
gestures you hid
in the darkest
recesses
of your mind.
A voice
that shakes your soul
creating doubts
you felt were
conquered.
Spiraling
into indecisive
regret,
when something
held you there,
forgiveness
shook you loose.
A call from the past,
a voice
you forgave,
a life
you live each day,
Awakened
from a deep sleep,
contemplations of a
fractured mind.
©Scottlb
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