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A Scar Called Memory

The aches of the body makes you remember
And you remember because of a scar
And that scar reminds you that you’ve felt pain
And pain, makes you remember the bad day
 
As I sit here, writing
I cannot achive sleep
Not anymore
Not ever-more
 
The ghosts of the rotten childhood
The spirits of the upcoming wounds
The curse of the pain being
They all combine inside my mind
 
There’s a pain that cannot be erased
There are wounds that may never heal
—at least not without help
To help you cease the fear
 
Ashamed of what others may think
You keep your past under key
So no one will ever find
What lies behind
 
My stomach hurts
And forever it will ache
But the long-time-ago image
Will never, not ever, go

(2013)

This poem refers to my insmonio. One that is caused by troubled memories. I hope I can rest and let them go away.

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