Theme: Regret

Guilt Trip

The tap tap tap of her guiding cane;
A three o'clock turn into a twisting maze.
A hall of mirrors from which dead eyes stare;
Whispering untold truths from yesteryear.

And muted echoes of stolen dreams
Speak of sounds and sights unseen.
As memories flare of a childhood game
Which stilled her senses and stained her name.


More By  :  Stephen Watson

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