When will it end I heard her say
It seems that the pain will never go away
Why is it that I still remember every word
That was said even the ones that now seem absurd
Some things you know you can't unremember
That stay in your heard like a glowing ember
So when they now play again in my head
Over and over its the memory I dread.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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