Karma - Poem by CHARMAINE SIMPSON
Why wont my heart let go?
I open my eyes as the day begins,
the first thought that consumes my mind is you.
This thought then instantly sends
the acheing sensation to my heart of hurt,
a deep hollow pain that i have chosen for myself.
The hurt i feel is the effect of circumstance.
The heartache caused by selfishness.
What we give, we will also recieve,
the hurt we inflict,
will be returned.
The destiny of selfishness is a dark place of guilt,
loneliness and tears.
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