Thought they’ve healed
Life rips open and stabs
Never really healed
Or not completely
In that sliver of time
Before the wound
Oblivious of the end
Life was very good
Flashes, snapshots, memories
Lapses, holes, leaks
The past, the present
Tangled in a mess
A wake up call?
Lessons unlearned!
Stubborn heart!
To what end?
What if?
Take a risk?
Other fish?
Life’s a bitch!
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Donato R. Vytiaco
28 May 2000 @ 1244H
