Heart of the matter.

 It won't change, things never do.

Just the names and faces, the times and places,

the scene and the stage, but on any page

the pain won't change nor the tragedy subdue.

Author's Note

Dear reviewers,
I hope you enjoy it, and that you were stirred to some kind of emotion by reading it. If I'm wrong on either count, please inform me that my writing has failed to achieve its intended purpose. I'll also add that I would hope for this to make you think, even if only a little. Not achieving this would not be failure, yet still, I would want to know that such a thing was left unaccomplished.

Reviews

[Theresa]

The very first line caught my attention a statement that seems to hold true for so many things. Then as I finished I am left wondering what exactly is this all about. I'm thinking it's about a person who even though things have changed around them they are the same inside still suffering from something of the past. You achieved your goal as I am left wondering if I am right. I think that is the best kind of poetry something that leaves you hanging on with unanswered questions. Nicely done.

[Gold Milan]

success. congratulations.