The Morning After

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By WittrR

It all comes flooding back to me In a sea of disbelief The obscene words and actions Shall not be given the chance to speak This is the morning after The morning after…now Memories come in terms of the past failures Emotionally misunderstood and tortured The things I have done and spoke Shall not be the ones to provoke This is the morning after The morning after…now Looking back at myself fallen down Life took the wrong turns Down the road of broken dreams Lessons not understood or learned This is the morning after The morning after…now Undetermined success Is just another day Where I do not know Where I am going This is the morning after The morning after…now Success is only skin deep Covering the layers below Hiding the mysteries Being solo and alone This is the morning after The morning after…now

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