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Jun 2020
Its five a.m. and still I cannot sleep,
My world’s been shattered and peace will not come,
Turning a light on shadows buried deep,
Awoke the past and now I am undone.

Scars once thought healed have opened up anew,
Pain thought forgotten rises to the fore,
Lies I believed wanting them to be true,
Are now the cause for me of endless war.

What would I give if I could change the past?
Avoid mistakes fatal not just to me,
But to those I love best from first to last,
No price too high for redemption would be.

I’ve done grievous wrong trying to do right,
And now there’s no solution to my plight.
Hear me read this poem in my podcast at https://open.spotify.com/episode/6UL0AatS3JDxzqTybKKEtj?si=3eUXbABlTi6anNSyq1NeKQ
Victor D López
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Victor D López  59/M/New York
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