Strike a Chord

To think that ghosts and walls could retain the weight of what has come to pass
Remnants of hate
They slip out from the closet sometimes

Something in me falls
Each time I hear your name
Unsure what it is called
And always left behind to question

Strike a chord in my heart
I'll be sure to make it known
Strike a chord of mine in vain
Will I ever let this go?


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