Some days are just too long to keep on going
As the memories come back
This area was something else that I so dearly loved
Stripped away for another bogus plan all along
It is where I buried my heart once it was ripped out
From the area ahead full of cowards no doubt
Then I could stand it being that I was moved away
Then sent back for another terrible idea came
Here I look the best I and forget my heart exists
Trying to forget the hurt and pain that does not seem to go away
The memories can be good of the time and the bad ones too
This place will never be the same again
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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