Your words impaled my heart and soul;
imprisoned the core of my tormented spirit.
Let these deafening screams be heard,
and pull me from the shadows of hurt.
No longer will this chapter rule me;
or write the script that I’m to follow.
For your pages are weathered and old,
serving no purpose in my renewed life.
http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4589769 (with picture)
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