Memory Photographs
By Colin
Looking at old photographs Places faded in memory Have I been consumed by the hate inside me I want to do the right thing But I am confused I have been beaten and hurt I try to have a gentle hand but sometimes I am so goddamned cruel Can I pay for all my sins Can I put the pieces back together Is it too late for beginnings and past due for endings I love my brothers and sisters I hate them so damn much I see red Sometimes it is all monochromatic God I could scream But I am afraid I may wake myself Written February 4th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 08:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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