Monday, August 26, 2013

Bad Memories

Sounds of thunder bring her back to me
Hugging her tightly
A jolt of electricity trickles down to pain to unknown stimuli
The relenting nemesis of familiar places I have seen
Where people sat around me and listened to me be free
Now gone to the machine listening to their regrets bang clash cling

Echoing until they have found the reason to their regretful enslavement 

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