Broken Memory

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All my dreams have
Withered and died.
For this is the truth
I can no longer hide.
I was left with nothing but
The thoughts in my head.
And the painful memories,
Of sorrow and dread.
I hear all the voices form
The mistakes that I’ve made.
All these regrets that
I have long age paid.
Pain dwells where
The eye cannot see.
A broken heart
A broken love
And a broken memory.

This poem was written/submitted by Marissa Sauceda.