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The scars run deep and endless,
The wounds too harsh, to share,
Such an agonizing, numbness,
Of a heart, that cannot care.
The ardent pain of sorrow,
The vile and endless deal,
The anguish of an emptiness,
That time will never heal.
The mournful screams, of torment,
The torture of the grind,
The eternal wave of heartache,
That peace will never find.
A horrid, cold existence,
Such conflict from within,
The distress of a nightmare,
That never has an end.
The somber, vile emotion,
A defiant constant shame,
The timeless vicious circle,
Where hatred, claims it's name.
A death, of all affection,
An absence in the core,
The loss of all, that matters,
When love, can live, no more.
M. S. Madden
© August, 1995
Maddog Creations
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