Plagued by Memories
"You do not think!
You do not learn!
You only play
With fire & burn.
You will not speak.
You will not cry.
You simply wait
For me to die."
Well, it is I
Have held my tongue
For all this time.
Now you are gone.
Now I am done.
Well, it is you
Whose Memory
Lives on in me.
No - Not memory.
Yes - Misery!
I was never good with words.
I was a quiet child.
Copyright © Dufus Glubmore | Year Posted 2025
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