Triggered Effect
i am bonded
in memories
of my yesterdays
not through desire
i still choke
on that air
as it falls
steel force
like a bullet
in wind
the smell
of stale beer
and cigarettes
as you
rolled barrels back
and flicked
more than bics
i remember
your mind
fully loaded
half-cocked
as you raged
within
i felt trapped
like the moon
on a stormy night
thunder rang out
then silence fell
through the smoky trail
as it blazed by
i lifted the veil
and mourned
the part of me
that died
i still live
bonded
in memories
of my yesterdays
though not by desire
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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