Dark Poetry #3 |
Living with the past |
LSM Junior Member
since 2002-07-28
Posts 11Oregon |
In the closet of my childhood Lives a Demon whose name is memory Throughout my life he has haunted me. Cupid where were you? Butterfly wings tangled in barbwire The house completely engulfed in flames The walls scream for help And in the closet he just lays there watching, memory Father I have always felt ugly, couldn’t you comfort me? Mother, you were always there, but where were you? He told me he loved me An animal loves its prey The taste of blood arousing its senses I am infected by his sickness And now, memory has two people to control Me, and the one living in my womb |
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Syneq Junior Member
since 2002-07-28
Posts 40 |
Memory can be the sweetest of angels or the foulest of demons. Thanks for sharing Disintegrated to materialize in reformed delight. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
powerful thought(s) woven into this piece. Enjoyed it much. ~wranx The shortest distance between two points... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ow ow ow ow ow. Said if I only could ... |
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LSM Junior Member
since 2002-07-28
Posts 11Oregon |
Syneq, Wranx, and bsquirrel, Thank you for taking the time to reply to my writing. LSM |
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