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I keep picturing the photographs in my head.
Ones of which I can't seem to forget.
Regret and disdain fill the pixels.
and fear grips at the lungs that give it breath.

 

You let yourself be foresaken
it was the will of the moment
tried and worn
this is where the battle is all but done

it's gripping twisting the air that you breathe.

 

it's unforgetable
it's unforgiving
I can't remember
the last time I really felt okay.

 

lets burn the pages
the ink smells like newspapers
I want none to bare witness
I'm escaping tonight..

Reviews

[Michael]

A sad tribute to the power of the emotions we feel. It is hard to be objective with free verse so I will just comment on the feel of it, and that is superb. You have give it wonderful balance.

Nice job.