Will They Remember - Visitor's Poem

by Jessica
(Knoxville, Tennessee, USA)

Past catches me on,
I wake to the break of dawn,
with my heart ripped apart into tiny pieces,
I should've said no from the start,
it seems to have many cuts and creases,
I look above now and see the dark,
I now look down and retrace my start,
I look closely at every little mark,
all your pain to me is so much torture,
I guess that's your game for now and therefore,
I just thought I'd tell you how bad it makes my heart sore...