A poem written for a prompt.
|Pain Withers Not with Time
Although time had withered away
The pained memories of that day
When my father had died and passed
The dark pain that event had cast.
Though the horrid details may fade
The thought always made me afraid
That the memory would remain
Returning such deep heart-felt pain.
No matter what, the fact remains
The feeling never really wains
As time perpetually will pass
The pain remains as cold as glass.