It is sometimes hard to go.
To turn and walk away.
Never again there to stray.
There should only be hatred now.
But all there is, is empty love.
What do I do with myself now?
Live and learn, and rise above.
The hurt and the pain to be left.
In that place called....Waco.
Just put it away in that depth,
buried deep, hidden is where it will go.
~~K.D. 12 August 2002~~