Poetry

Daily Prompt: Core

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I knew the truth of that day would come back and haunt me down to the very core of my exist.

I didn’t want to face the facts that something dark and sad happened that day that well only a few know the truth about.

It was so long ago that I didn’t want it to be brought up again.

It felt like a recurring nightmare that some how was developing out each not to be more frightening than before.

All the details were still fresh in my mind even though years have passed by since that day.

I didn’t sense danger at first but, yet I knew something was not right about that moment and even though I can’t go back and erase it away.

I know that it ended on an okay note and today it doesn’t haunt me as much as it used too.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Prompt: Core