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02 February 2015

One Memory

Darkness falls all around,
It covers all the land,
Its thickness drowns all sound,
For it is God's heavy hand.

Shadows crawl and creep,
They climb up high from below,
Those things fear must keep,
In mind playing out super slow.

Every detail is like a new blow,
Delivered from the worst of foe,
Full of pain never letting go,
Screaming - begging please no!

Is it just that one thing,
Will the scar ever fade,
Can it be a living thing,
Will it to waste be laid?

Cuts and bruises and pain,
No theory no logic no reason,
Cracks and breaks and blame,
No answer no time no season.


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