Its Still Fresh

[zek]

its like yesterday

it hangs in us everday

as if it has just happened minutes go

some have heard and seen it before

as the story goes,as it always does

the pictures become so vivid in mind

the footprints are there to remind

how a specie can be so unkind

we have been hurt and left behind

us they surround

though bleeding they keep poking my wound

to the screams in my dreams i am bound

only hope that a hand will come around

how can forgive and forget

when even today they don't behave and regret