Calling forth images of long ago,
rolling hectically through my mind,
unsettling everything as it goes.
Barreling over thoughts kept deep
inside, unaware of the feelings of
hurt and anger, caught in the web
of childhood.
Acknowledgement does no iota of
good, because the forlorn absence
of friendship stands in it's stead.
Disavowing any particle of atom of
truth in this barren wasteland, my
heart stops suddenly.
With irreverence of unavailability,
it is tossed aside, the by-product
of betrayal and abandonment on earth
today.
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