demons
It’s happened again
Scab ripped from skin
Blood, pus, — a foretaste
Pain prevails efforts to stave it
Memories can’t be cleansed
Raw wounds unhealed
Truest truth from youth
Took hold, marked, maimed
Making me to blame
Infection of spirit defines me
Wrong-turns-loses haunt me
Left a shell — withered and hideous
It can’t and won’t be denied
Horrendous deaths I’ve died
Again and again until it finishes what I began
May 8, 2008 at 6:11 am
So much of this I can relate to… especially the “memories can’t be cleansed” and “making me to blame”. Wow…
May 8, 2008 at 10:44 am
and the strength that brought life to the phoenix rose from destructions flames… you have been given an opportunity few will have,, and even fewer will take advantage of… you lived.. use it to your advantage…addicts are good like that….
May 8, 2008 at 7:31 pm
Truth brought to life by words. Memories can be the hardest damn things to deal with, especially when they hit you when your already down.
I hope you find healing on your path. (I know it can be elusive, and hard to find, but may you find along the way).