unforgiven in the prison   as piercing screams from the shattered past return to haunt the unforgiven the rich man who gave not lazarus the crust of bread fallig from his huge table the hell of his own making is now closing in on him more suffocatingly every day. and he cannot shake the demons from him theat tear his flesh from his skin By Jones © 2008 Jones (All rights reserved)

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: Realm of Darkness - piercing screams from a shattered past (challenge has been closed)

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