Under the bed are the things that I fear,
Things that are better locked away do you hear?
Memories and feelings of a time dark and drear,
That I want to throw away, but can't get near.
The pain and the uncertainties are hot and crystal clear,
Recalling them makes me want to break down in tears.
As piercing as they are, I still look under,
To remind me of my mistakes, and repeat them never.
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- Comment from author about the poem: It might be painful, but these are the experiences that stick with us and make us better people
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