Poetry / Stain Remains

Dark blot on my soul
There is one who sees it
Who else knows

The Harlot stands on the sidewalk
As the town crier shouts her deeds
In anguish and anger
There is dread between

Death is a kiss of fate
A bullet to the head
The souls of the lost doesn’t always remain dead

The stain remains
To remind her
of her dark time
when she was lost and broken

Looking for the light to find the one who can wash it off
He cries for her in the night…
his lost sheep
But one of many she has strayed away from him

Stubborn and strong willed
On a road away from the rest
The Lone Sheperd looks for her and gives his head no rest

There is no rest for the weary
We can sleep when we are dead
Cry out to your lost children
Or we shall all lose our sleep
There is no end for the weak

The stain remains
Deep within
when oh when does the healing begin?

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