Drums

Written by: Thomas Brown

The drums are pounding again
Every pound 
Every sin
Every nightmare once again will begin

Flashes in my mind
Every thought
Once left behind
Resurfacing in a manner not so kind

What do they want?
Do they exist
Just to taunt?
Or do they return to show a past where I can't?

Can you hear it? Can you hear the drums?

What is the point?
To remind me of times 
all that dissappoint.

I'm a better man now.
Why will they not
leave with a bow?
Why torment me with memories from long ago?

Either way it's relentless.
Every pound hits harder
with a pain so selfless.
In the form of a memory that stands fateless.

Why won't the drums stop?