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My son made the comment the other day that he was feeling sad because he was thinking about his Poppop that had died and all his other ancestors. Really what other 7 year old boy thinks about his "ancestors." I will never stop being fascinated by my own children.

Hurt

It lingers in my thoughts
Waiting to captivate my mind
Waiting to consume my soul
Will it ever leave?
Will I ever be rid of this torment that plagues me?

Gone are the days of innocent love
Carefree and effortless
Beautiful and kind
Enter in darkness and bitterness
Calculated and cunning
Painful and sad
Will I ever feel love again
Or will this pain fill my heart forever?