The Damage Is Done

As the raging fire dies down,
The words ask to be taken back,
into scarcity.
But it's to late ....
The damage is done.
The words were never meant,
to hurt.
They flew from the heart captivity.
Before realizing they had escaped.
And become free,
The damage is done.
To soon the door will open.
For the words.
The ones I thought has gone.
revealing the substance.
That breaks the heart.
And scars the mind.
The effects have lessened,
Not so severe.
But still growing inside.
I can still hear the echoing.
But it's to late.
The damage is done.