Its Left Poem by Cori Arbuss

There's just so much there
So much left unsaid and undone.
So much left to be thought, contemplated, and reworked
So much that could be manipulated and changed/
Infected and derranged
Destroyed with love and brought to life by pain
So much more we can do
To heal this wounds of yesteryear
And prepare a new for this to come
Because with so much left in the shadows
So much kept inside
Is it really our faults to blame
For our sinning lies?