Scars

Time slips away
into the late afternoon
The sun disappears
as storm clouds muscle their way in
bringing more summer rain
to wash away the pain of defeat
threading the needle of pursuit
into a web of confusion
to mark another day of fruitless decay
brought on by the silent treatment

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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