Remembrance

This poem is a bit of a ramble and a bit of a soul-dump onto the page.

Alcoholic rain spits

on images dirtier

than last weeks trash.

 

Cloud my judgement and

east the ever present pain that is a stab

to the externally

wounded.

 

I never asked for a change,

a pass to restricted knowledge

exclusive to victims.

 

Drink away my past

hoping there won't be a next.

Futures uncertain with a

hint of rage tinted with

raw sores that bleed

with repetitive thoughts.

 

Numb me.

Cut me off.

Silence my haggard breath.

 

This burden didn't come with

a manual.

 

I will never forget.

It will never sink in.

The nagging agony deserves

to be drugged into submission.

 

Someone set me free from this

undignified agony.

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[Hanna McGivern]

It should be 'ease the ever present pain' not 'east'