Prison of Memories
The past always returns to haunt us
Old debts demand to be paid
The very best hand
Of many a man
Stays un known
And remains unplayed
Some men wish to be
In alliance with Angels
But alas, e’en more opt
To owe a debt of allegiance
To the dark…
And deep within those sad souls
Lie haunted black holes
Absent of light
Not e’en a scintilla nor spark
They yearn to return
To a world once spurned…
But once the die is cast
The past holds fast
And Fate and Karma decrees…
For lack of their wisdom
They be trapped in a prison
A prison made of
…memories…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2015
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