Are a bitch.

Here’s a poem I wrote last September.


There are memories I’d love to have erased

Instead they’re they are like a disease

Quiet, unknown

Life goes on

And like a snake, a sneak attack

It’s there again

Mocking you

Telling you it’s not gone away

You want to cry,

claw, scratch at something

Pulling at your hair,

closing your eyes tight

Begging to God it goes away

You hate it

You can’t block it

Time fades all memories, is the line you hear

Time doesn’t work for this

Every sound, every sight

It’s right there, torturing you

Til you can’t breathe,

til it consumes you

You’re forced to live it over and over

Then it slinks away

Peace at least

Peace for now…until it strikes once again



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