Shield Poem by Sad Truth

I lose myself in this…
This way of feeling…
I no it’s not the way…
But it’s all I have today…

To take a road that leads nowhere…
Would be better then walking my life…
For if I was to write it down…
The conclusion would involve a knife…

As much you hate to read these words…
I hate to write them more…
For this is telling of my life…
Showing it to all...

Protected…I never was…
But I always held up a shield…
Until they came and tore it down…
Leaving me reveled…

How do I rid of these images…?
Those have haunted me for years…?
Get rid of them…
Finally…

If I try…
Will they go…be suddenly erased…?
Or will they replay themselves…?
Day after day after day…!

All of these questions I cannot answer…!
Not for you and not for myself…!
I can only wish that soon the will…
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Be…gone…
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Then…
Will there be words left…to describe what is gone…?
Then…there not gone at all if that’s so...!