When I meet my hearts demise <br />I curse the sun that will rise <br />For the sun brings happiness and hope <br />And it is the opposite of what I feel <br />With my hands towards painless I grope <br />So that a tear will not from my eyes escape <br />My mind wrapped around the ordeal <br />Thinking of that act so close to rape<br /><br />Christal Carpenter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-22/
