# Poem #17

Author: Shadowfortuna
Tags: Poem

#16 of My Poems

sometimes my mind doesn't let me ever forget..

As i sit in the light,   
 recording what i hear,  
 what i see, everything into my tablet.  
 Tears run down my cheeks, i look at my hands,   
 sometimes i see so much blood,   
 i can smell the metallic taint.  
 My hands feel sticky, before with a start,  
 everything is clean, no blood and smell.  
 Everything returns to normal as i shake,  
 more tears start to flow,  
 while i wrestle with my inner demons.  
 I sit at the edge, staring at an abyss,  
 horror and pain fill it to the brimm.  
 I shift and next to it,   
 Beauty and peace fills the second.  
 As the wind blows to cool the tears on my cheeks,  
 my stomach tosses and churns,   
 even as i come to grip with all i have seen.  
 i struggle to not break.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ZmM6ZRln
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