POEM STARTER

‘It used to be much easier to forgive than to forget.’

Fool Me Twice

What used to roll off of the back

now weighs it down.


What used to wash away with a few dreams

now taps it’s ugly finger each morning


Resentment showed up to my door and gifted me the curse of memory.


And now I can’t wash the bitterness out of my mouth.

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