Extreams Poem by David Blake

Extreams



You don’t even know about may pain.
Only you could ever understand, the
suffering behind my eyes, what once
was wild and free now blank. Never
having enough you walked away,
taking everything that was inside of
me nothing now remains. With no
evidence of shame you have my life
taken, all of this was to you a game.

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