Cold rainy night
to be remembering you,
Former illusion and facade,
A card-board cut out of
a former world dwelt.
But I know now
you too felt pain.
of the abuse leveled
by your so-called loved ones,
these venomous seed they planted.
Birthing coiled snakes eating
away within your very heart.
It would be well easy for me
to hate you in return.
But alas...
For even in you,
a familiar face all
to common in the mornings,
One with lines stretching forth,
Of experience and wrinkled up alleyways
of broken hope and dreams,
A blackness in these eyes staring back at you,
eyes dark as all the nights of sorrow and anger,
Devoid of any illumination,
Save for the blood red embers of
seething hatreds.
I understand now,
Your cruelty to me then.
For you too were
bleeding.
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