I Do Not Wish For Memory

I was unable to notice. That I was cycling through voices. I feel like a foggy shadow. I become possessed each night as the pain hollows. At least I can hide in my nightmares. Until I awaken to my lonely tears. At least there is solace- And at least there is freedom in malice. As the memory loosens. I am able to walk away from the guilt and confusion. Soon this time in my life will combust. And I will wait for trauma to deteriorate like my trust.