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| Photo and Poem By:MR...aka Naila Moon All rights reserved 2013 |
Looking out onto the river,
her tears flowed freely.
It had been not even a year ago.
"How could it be true?" she questioned herself.
"How can I look at them again?"
The answers weren't there.
Only sadness and a solemnness with the smooth running water.
Her eyes filling up with tears again,
continued speaking out into the air as if someone was there
to hear her cries.
"What have I done?"
"What can I do to remove this pain?" she cried out.
No answers came because the truth was...
the cancer had returned.
All she could do was pray.
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*This poem was written in response to a writing challenge to write in 100 words about remorse without using the word. At this time, the poem is untitled because I could not think of a title other than the word, "Remorse".
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