TimeA Poem by Yarunika
Time heals all wounds, is what they say. Have they ever, however, lain down at the end of the day and been overwhelmed by pain? Have they seen those visions, of hurt, anger and terrible temptations?
Even years gone past have not lessened my hate, my sheer need to take it out on myself and others. So, no. Time has not healed me yet. How long it'll take is anyone's bet. Won't Time finally let me sleep? © 2015 Yarunika |
StatsAuthorYarunikaUnited KingdomAboutI enjoy writing stories and poems. Most of my stuff is just rabble or whatever is going through my head at that moment. I'm currently working on a writing project, a story called Terra Mortua. If y.. more..Writing
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