The Stain


The Stain

Sometimes the stark reality of pain

against the subtle background of an ordinary life

cuts like a knife into the soul.

Scarlet hue

upon the blue-

too sharp!

Needing the dark storm to roll

and thunder clap as

lightening cuts jagged holes

across the heart,

Letting loose torrential rain,

such sorrow unleashed, released


washing clean this

human stain.

Cheryl KP

2017 Copyright

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