When It Hurts Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

The begin always feels faultless
But the ending spoils the injury
Even the forgotten scar hurts again
When the memories comes back

Going is never better than coming
Gaining is much pleasant than loosing
The guidance of our souls is the perfect memories
Memories of the past in the present

The lost silver cost extra to be found
But you don’t care when it means a lot you
You put yourself in trouble for it
And you breathe out until it’s found

If I could see everything through my eyes
Caress all with my fingers
Feel them with my senses
The pain wouldn’t be remembered

Let’s pray the sun to light up
The moon to take the embrace of the days
Maybe there might the chance
The chance to live not to die