Memories Can Kill
Fragile yet shallow, the times I sit in the waiting hours
Gently gathering dirt, while pushing my rocking chair past rhythm
It starts to creak, and whine its sound down my spine
I have been thinking, how my illness might fade
Digging my ditch, six feet deeper
I lost my smile's, in a fist- fight with frowns
Never could a seed, grow without water
Or could it? Maybe water will be exchanged for
My planters hand, wrinkled and rough
Made like the concrete, that stops the earth
I have inherited, past deception into psychosis
My wrath, made like venom it will leak
But first it shall course, through my spirit
Metamorphasis can destroy, and always allow
Change that I will never, see but witness
Others who have let, a past stay that
Living was a death, so was laughter
It echoed, the joke I am myself
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