Monday, April 29, 2013


Spasms of memories invade me
From underneath a vapor
A living, breathing time still certain
In the core of me.

Now, removed but not
I see your face, so tender
So defenceless.
Was I mad?
Or was I living out
an ancient evil
lurking deep within?

Now you are a different one,
Are your memories the same?
Have you forgiven the guilt of my sin?
Do you recall my deepest shame?

Don’t ask for my head;
It’s taken.
Attached to me-
The solemn being
Sentenced to cross
A raging river of regret.

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