11 8 / 2011
Something I can never tell
It’s an hour past midnight and
I’m stuck to what have been my past
visions flicker and sting like bees,
voices i’ve heard before kept knocking on my ear
And as I try to fight the urge to give in
to give in to the horrors of my past
the dampness of the earth suddenly tickled my feet
that gives me a bit of sensation.
When is the right time to let go?
For what reason?
Why?
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