I can't erase what's written down I rip out the page, but it's always there The cold night bares a burdened frown To show me boldly how life's not fair I can't escape what's dug so deep this root that tears away I think it's time to sow and reap these sins I do portray.
Gracias much (BTW, I kinda only write good poetry when I'm in pain, so uhm, I'm not looking to "finish" this one any time soon lol)
A deep poem, inviting multiple responses... ... rebirth, fire and the festival of lights were what randomly came to mind.
