Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Remembering the Unthinkable in Three Haiku

remembering past
the pain the room was cold I
was naked and cold

I was a boy forced
to feel pain well beyond years
of understanding

for which no cry or
scream could satisfy such that
my silence prevailed

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