The taste has soured
Enchantment scattered
To the winds
Of an echo
No longer heard
The beauty once
Remembered
Not visible
Through the shell
Of bitter acid
A lifetime enclosed
In a mind rotted
With instigation
For the purpose
Of hurt
When the soul
Has flown free
Embittered
Will it continue
To be?
What legacy
Was left behind?
A bloodline
Of memories
Emotionally
Abused
Ready to carry on
To the next
Generation
The same
Acrid views
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