Under The Ground

Under the ground
you hear no sound.
Under the ground
to the past bound.
The past is set now,
every whisper and row,
every loving and unkind word
are with you now interred.
Too late to put it to sleep,
to heal wound bitter and deep.
Too late to embrace and forgive.
With that I must forever live.

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