Beaten Up

Feeling bruised and battered
Crushed by feelings of guilt
Why is it impossible to stay
Behind the wall that’s built.

We all have our own regrets
Silly mistakes that we create
Often we make more than once
Learning before it is too late.

But then there is the heart
Seeing and trying to believe
It too is bruised and battered
Too often ourself we deceive.

So we live with all the pains
Knowing we gave a great shot
Always the eternal flame burns
Whether love comes again or not.

About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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7 Responses to Beaten Up

  1. Aakansha says:

    You are my favorite poet. Absolute bliss!

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