Marked, For One

If memories stir and salt this season,

Visceral reaction subverts all reason;

Pleading quietly in my brain,

To quell such love, so self-restrain.

Regressive journeys, known to mar,

Mistakes we make cause wounds that scar.

But heart and soul are so combined

Pounding, beating in my mind.

That once scorched heart has been refined,

All men I see leave me quite blind.

I’m marked, for one, by lesions.

Thought I would give it a go.  🙂

Lilsawarian Dectet

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