Remembrance
i do not have the power
to control what haunts
beneath night's sheets
nor the courage
to send them packing
from the depths
of my mind
nor the words
to bid them farewell
nor the freedom
to learn how
i am trapped
my mind
cries remembrance,
the apple of your eye
hides within
a bushel of pain
as a worm crawls
circles around my life
i long for a peck
from warm lips
not cold, stiffed
imperfect ones
like death's
my lips peel
beneath the folds
of rare smiles
and whispers
of words
from seeded pain
my soul
cries out
in silence
beneath the folds
of life
its bitter bite
and darkness
uncontrolled
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