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Yesterday/a poem

Updated on September 3, 2012



I walk through a cemetery of memories and tears, remnants of the past left by the years.

I walk down a street called days gone by, past a shadowed house of hurt and lies.

Anger and rage call my name, nothing has changed, and it’s all the same.

The sky is still dark, and the clouds are grey, nothing is different about yesterday.

The wounds haven’t healed, they still remain, and my heart is still bruised from the torment and pain.

What must I do for the suffering to end? How does the broken become whole again?

Theresa bauserman


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      Theresa Bauserman 5 years ago from Somewhere in Georgia

      Thank you so very much. Your encouragement means a lot to me.

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      ahorseback 5 years ago

      Yes .....I Get to be first , of course you know this is beautiful .....+++++