Sometimes I think
I should have run away
Bodily, I mean
Bodily, at rest
Inertial fears press down
A broken peace
A drop in some lost whole
Conflicting memories race
Caging each and every thought
Long to erase the curse
Of a mind that will not forget
As burning red tears pump
Relentlessly throbbing
Within a boney tell-tale chest
A weakness I learned to despise
My soul, tormentor
Forced me to take no prisoners
And throw away the key
To any hope of escape.
I should have run away
Bodily, I mean
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