Poems..

It's a faded memory
it's a haunting past
from memory the
shadow soon cast
upon my back
that strikes
and spreads,
inside,
outside
down my veins and
through my eyes
to blind
to find
to consume my mind
and never may I
trust again..
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Slipping silent
it's hard not to fall
hand grasping
cold marble wall
of this prison
I call a home
this body
I call a tomb
for the already departed
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