Monday, October 23, 2023

THE POISONED MEMORIES

I read it, and see it
Then shiver in pain
My vigil fails, the tears flow
Remnant thoughts burning
Following the delayed impact
Have been tried by the court
To somehow be able to know
My mind still screams
My memories unredacted
The wages of life go on
All the memories grow
I can't ever forget
With each new attack
Damned by my PTSD
A poisoned memory
I keep dying too slow
And can't get away
Turning me inside out
Unable to stop the flow
I can't stop bleeding
Unable to speak
I can't whisper
Fists pound
Then I shout
Here comes the flood
A torrent of being
Memories explode
I've no solid ground
And I am lost in the waves
That never subside

“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the
glint of light on broken glass.”  Anton Chekhov