And so the memories come back again
Like an invading force they attack
Where solitude is frail
And the train of thought it derails.
And shots they resound through the night
The plot thickens
The smell of gunpowder.
Spears whistle through the air
As arrows shoot forward with such deadly force.
Oh the voices in my head.
The mirrors that reflect reflections
The anguish of attacks that attack anguish.
The stomach churns as the mind reels
And for now life becomes a farce
Only to be a reality when the sun rises up
in a few hours
Some say the best way to heal is to bleed
Remove bad blood perhaps
To remove hurt by hurting
To remove mistakes by making mistakes. not.
To pound the wall in despair
Or scream into the pillow
Engulfed by terrifying moments
Drenched in sweat
Oh, the dreams.
To fall to one's knees
and simply cry out
a soft and barely audible plea
That darkness not consumeth.
That the warmth of the sun come quick.
As he layeth down and goes to sleep.
Meeked.
