Leave No Trace of Past Mistakes

A slowing pulse makes a lullaby of beeps

wrapping the most dangerous nightmares in sleep

feel the cold creep in on the fingers

while there still burns a fever

as each synapse sets fire to my past...

 

Today is the day to return

everything I held onto, let it burn

let it turn to sooty residue, smoke and tears

blackened holes appear in many memory photos disappear

loved ones

melting faces fast

each breath now harder than the last

letting go would be easy and sweet

give some heartbeats, gain relief with the sobering belief that

deceptive simplicity got the best of me

the doctors say

nothing left to do but pray

Author's Note

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Reviews

[mark slade]

this was good, i could hear someone at the microphone reading this onstage.