SUICIDE; TWENTY YEARS ON . . . .
As the scales fall from my eyes
There's no place to hide or disguise
What once passed for love
Was a fierce fist within the glove
That jabbed and stabbed our lives
Before the sucker punch
That sent us reeling
Reeling
Reeling
You sought no mercy
Save under the cloak of darkness
Where your shame seeped
Through walls and sheets
To scorch the cheeks
Of th...
Wednesday 17th June 2020 5:26 pm
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