Miserable

Thorns that prick,

Bear a trail on path.

And slowly oozing out hath,

Left a permanent mark.

Let me scrub those memories dark.

Tales of wrath,

That instigated a bloodbath.

Only if I could prevent that spark.

Burnt to ashes an entire house.

Forever those memories haunt.

Falling close behind.

Such storms arouse,

Feeling guilty at his taunt,

So his words ever torturing my mind.