The Back Page



by Jared Gacusan

As the ripples faded from this dirty lake, my heard beat came to a stop.

With a heavy heart and a twisted mind, I was consumed with guilt.

As time ticked past, this hole began to grow. my feet were rooted to this spot.

I wanted to cry.
I wanted to die

but I knew what I put to rest.

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